The tension from Warsaw's appearance was still fresh so when the next stranger appears, she is still on guard. Maeve knows very few horses that live here, just Persephone and Creed, but she did recognize others that roam the Forest. Many more horses that made up this herd and she might recognize on of them, but this mare was not someone she has seen around. The buckskin does not approach with hostility. She seems to watch the figure of Warsaw disappear among the shadows before looking their way. Maeve pushes her nose into her young colt who now stans beside her. She pushes Jigsaw behind her before raising her head to meet the buckskin walking towards them.

Her red lips peel back to reveal a row to teeth in warning to the unknown mare. She stands tall, towering over the Lusitano mare as she speaks. Meave's eyes were fixed on her body and though this other mare shows no signs of harm, she couldn't be sure. She did not understand most of what the mare said, but since coming here and listening to the chatter she did pick up some ques. "Shaydowfax..." She repeats the name in her Scottish tongue. She said Persephone's name, but Maeve understood nothing else she said. The mare asks if everything was all right and Maeve vaguely remembers the same words spoken to her by Creed and Persephone the say she arrived in the Forest.

"Chan eil fios agam càite a bheil Persephone." She speaks with eyes still fixated on the mare. Her shoulders shake lightly with anticipation and anger. "Fàg mi." She says with a snap of her teeth in the direction of the mare. No matter if this mare meant no harm she would not be able to console her. No one could except the only two mares she felt safe around. Besides, she wasn't about to let anyone else around her newborn without permission.




Translation(s):
Chan eil fios agam càite a bheil Persephone. - I don't know where Persephone is.
Fàg mi. - Leave me.

*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.