Finally. It was hers.

Perhaps it was in part to the torrent of emotions that raged within her, perhaps it was just that she had wanted it for so long. She had fought Ysabel with the fury that wrent her heart and soul in two. She knew it was not fair to think that it was solely Ysabel's fault the foals where gone but nonetheless she let the words berate the pale mare. Maybe that was why Ysabel fell.

However that was not how Nyi choose to see it. Battered and bruised she held her head high, sleek chocolate brown serpentine arching elegantly, pale tendrils of her tattered mane billowing with each jarring step. She was queen.

Ears flit back and forth atop her skull as dark eyes gaze at the herd around her. There were several new faces. Bjorn had been busy in her absence.

Bjorn.

Still the confrontation between them tore at her soul. She wanted to bend the bond, to feel the pride in his gaze as his whiskered smile blinks silent adoration in a shared glance. She wanted that... but first is first. She was queen and now time for them to know it. Time for action.

She would get the foals back. Pale silver white whipcord lashes back and forth against her battle scarred flanks. Muscles tense beneath her as she rears, forelimbs striking the air as scream soars beyond her lips. It was time to gather... and plan an attack. She would sit idle on the sidelines no longer. She returns to all fours with a grunt, absently lifting a single hind hoof to cock at an angle against the earth, favoring the injury sustained. Ears perk forward.... waiting for them to approach.