It wasn't long before she'd crossed that wretched border that she was approached. Typical. She thought to herself with an annoyed roll of her eyes. The beige stallion that approached her smelled familiar from her time in the Lagoon before, but she did not recognize him. The surprised look her wore on his face was enough to know that he knew who she had spent her time with the last time she was in the Lagoon. However, before she was not in the Lagoon by choice and instead by Fearghas' cling to brotherhood. Shouldn't a spotted stallion be in your company? There is was. The relation he knew. She keeps her face composed and cool, her ears neutral on her crown as the stallion poses no immediate threat to her.

"Fearghas made his bed." She says simply. After abandoning them in the Peak and choosing Varanduil over her, she had little words for the spotted stallion that had sired her first child. She had even little left to say for the stallion who sired her second. Cullen had been gone for at least a season now and though she didn't make the connection between him and Verrat till later, she often wondered when the brute would make a re-appearance. His scent from the Lagoon was old at best. She quirks an eyebrow at him, "Shouldn't you be doing your new leaders bidding? You know, pillaging villages?"Her voice is smart for she is in no mood for semantics.