Raksha can been so ensconced in the barking squirrel's flitting movements along the branches overhead that she completely missed the young colt's approach. The moment his gruff tones resound behind her, every bone in her body grows rigid. Small ears snap backwards as dished crown lifts and Raksha manages to cow-hop forward and right into the broad tree's trunk with a resounding thud and a shiver of branches which drops a thick blanket of snow unceremoniously down onto her head and shoulders. Talk about adding shame to embarrassment.

Shaking her head, to rid the annoying ache from where her head managed to connect with the tree, Raksha turns her pale blue eyes upon the colt. For the first time in those moments, the fear that rimmed her eyes disappears and is replaced with something more akin to annoyance. It looked better than shame anyway. "Hey!!" she said with a huff, giving her coat a quick shake to rid the damp dusting of snow from her withers. "It's not nice to sneak up on others ya know!" she finishes taking a step forward to bring herself nose to nose with the boy.

Curiosity overcomes her now as his scent filters into her nostrils and for the first time his question settles on her brain. Bjorn? What did he want with her dad? A single flute tilts sideways amid the tangle of growing russet mane. "Abba? Why are you looking for him?" she asks letting her silver blue gaze roam over the curves and contours of the colt's frame. She did not remember seeing him in the Ridge, then again, mother had not allowed her to spend much time there when father disappeared. She wanted to explore the strange twisting paths worn thin by years of hoofprints; mother saw things differently. Nyimara feared herself or Raksha might become the object of attention in the Ridge. WIth Bjorn gone, she had seen no reason to linger with the others. Siobhan and Alill were traitors anyway. At least that was what mother told her.

"Abba is far to busy with herd stuff to be bothered by an intruder who makes a habit of sneaking up on people anyway." she adds, moving past him. She shuffles her hips to bump pointedly against his shoulder in retaliation before trotting a few paces past and turning back to glance at him again. She was not about to admit to him that neither she nor mother had seen Bjorn for some time now. Though mother never came right out and said it, she did hint around to the knowledge needing to be kept quiet. "What is your name anyway? So I can tell him you stopped by." she adds, her lips twitching upwards in the beginnings of a mischievous grin.