Larka does her best to listen, to not let her own anger and resentment cloud her judgement. Invisable fingers of the cold zephyr winds twist and coil their way around the tangled curls of her thick obsidian mane. He stomps his hoof at her and despite herself she flinches. He had never done that. He voices his response, his voice dark. Her ears twitch as he claims to have always intended to return to the Bay, to what he considered his true home. Despite herself she could not fault him that. He had not liked living in the deserts, he did not see the beauty and the flourishing world that she saw. For that she could not fault him, "If that was your intentions then what was the purpose of moving to the Ridge? Why anger the beast further? You wanted Zjeena back, and yet you force your herd to make the swim with your young foals, to accustom ourselves to the jungle island only to turn and move us to this cold wasteland!" she spits, taking a step forward now, icy blue eyes glittering in the fading light of day. "You risk your herd and your young for nothing." she says, stomping her own hoof at him now.

He continues on that despite her choice to willingly follow him and his herd, it was his choice as to what became of her, that he could seperate her from Bran if he so chose and to that Larka cannot but to laugh. Always her laugh was lighthearted and familiar, but this laugh, this laugh was not one that had ever passed her lips. It was dark and she felt ill at even giving it voice. "You cannot seperate me from my child. I carried him in my belly, I gave him life, I have spent countless days nourishing and nurturing him while you spent your days and nights off in battle and pining away for your lost love. You know nothing of him and if I go, he will come with me." she says giving her head a resolute nod.

"You are right about one thing Liland." she says, a sad smile tugging her lips upwards into a smile, "I have lost faith in you. I do not trust your judgement and I will not be staying here." she snorts, flicking her long dark tail as she wheels away from him and nickers to Bran, beckoning the stormy colored colt to join her.