Eyes, clearly full of fear, stare at the buckskin stranger who tries to talk to her. It was clear the stranger did not know her language or how to communicate with her properly. Maeve just wished to be alone with her child in this chaos and pray no one else came to disturb them. She prays no one would try to take him away and that Warsaw would never return to their son. She has already sacrificed naming the child to keep him safe at her side. Her ears perk straight up at the sound of another approaching them. She was ready to fight if need be, but thankfully the scent of Creed filled her nose.

A smile spreads across her red lips for only a moment, but it quickly disappears at the sound of screaming in the distance. This was not a time to show her relief. Something, or someone, could easily make this scene a nightmare. Creed stepped in between her large frame and the buckskin, giving Maeve some pleasure. She was glad to have the black mare come to her aid. Creed speaks towards the other mare as Maeve stands behind her with her son suckling underneath her underside. She reaches out and places a cold nose on Creed's rump to allow the mare to know she was here for back up if needed.

She felt stronger with someone like Creed around. Creed and Persephone were her only comforts in this strange string of islands. Creed and this other mare speak in their native tongue before the black mare turns to address herself. She doesn't know exactly what Creed was saying, but her head nods. She was beginning to understand that magic word she uses. "Safe." She smiles at her friend. It was then a group of horses rush by them. Though they do not seem interested in the group of mares, Maeve reacts terrifyingly.

She rears with a scream, fear clear on her face. Her large hooves strike out in front of her unknown how close she was to hitting Creed, but she was too afraid to be thinking clearly. She takes the back of her newborn's neck in her jaws and drags him towards the opposite direction of the group of strangers. Once her grip on Jigsaw was released, she shot off into the darkness with the little colt following as best as he could.




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