She had left the Bay shortly after a challenging bugle had reverberated off of the lodgepole pines, she had known what was to follow. Without a single word she had disappeared into the morning fog, only leaving behind her scent that would grow stale with each passing day. She had not known where she would go, so she just let the sea have its way with her. It tossed her to and fro and swept her away from the Bay. She had washed ashore on some of the other islands but they were occupied so she immediately found herself in the sea once again. This went on until her hooves found solid ground on a land that was covered in sand, here the scent was stale and old. Here is where she laid claim to her own land.

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The Badlands. The land is as unforgiving as its new queen, but she revels in its unpredictability and the dangers of this new land. It keeps her instincts sharp and her wit strong.

On this day she decides it is time to venture back to the Bay and see what has become of Requiem. If he was successful in his attempt to keep his land or had another moved in to take his place. Her single eye strains to keep focus on the horizon as the sea welcomes her into its embrace. She is stronger this time as she swims toward the Bay, there is no shaking from exhaustion. No the seeress has all of her strength.

As if greeting the Queen a frigid blast of winter wind whips around her as she steps from the sea on the rocky shores of the Bay. Her single crystal blue eye takes in the frigid land that is a stark contrast from the Badlands. Snow clings to the bows of the lodgepole pines, weighing down the branches with its immense weight. Steam rolls from her nostrils, curling up and around her face.

With a snort, the Queen moves further inland, she takes notice of the few blades of grass desperately peeking out beneath the white snow. A movement catches her sight, a loudly colored male bursts out from in front of her. For a brief moment, she hesitates, until she gets an idea in her head. She could take this boy home with her, and well, she needs another to entertain her. She lunges after the man, her body plows through the snow with each stride. Her strides lengthened as she tries to catch up with the boy as he frolics in the snow. As she nears him, her ears bury into her dark mane and a threatening roar leaves her lips. It surprises even herself.

"Boy!" she yells. Her strides bring her up along his side, and her teeth seek out the muscles of his shoulder. "To the Badlands with you, my pet," she says as she seeks to leave a nip upon his shoulders.