Vanya had not lived in Paradise during Nyimara's youth, but even she knew of the silver-haired woman whose ambition led her into one calamity after another. They had never met, but Vanya didn't need to have met her to notice the familiarity between father and daughter, even before she swept through the herd as if she belonged.

The ballerina had been grazing at the side of her King, content to relax in his presence as she fed the infant growing in her womb. This child, even moreso than her first two, seemed to sit uneasily in her womb. Often it left her nauseous and uncomfortable, prompting more than a few uneasy circuits around the outskirts of the territory in the early mornings when it was the worst. Of course, with the recent addition to the herd, keeping a close eye on the border was imperative and she was not about to let her advantage slip away.

Vanya drifted closer to Rougaru with ears that tipped further back the more the blonde mare spoke. In truth, Vanya held not particular warmth for Rougaru's numerous brood, but she understood at a very core level that this was an attack against them all. If the woman had no reservations about killing Nyimara's son, what was to stop her from taking this child away from them? What if it had been Vivienne or Drogon in the mare's clutches?

Her expression grows darker as she listened, but she remains silent for now. She can feel Rougaru's tension at her side and she stretches briefly to touch his shoulder, reminding him that she was there and he was not alone. She cannot help but wonder if her co-drappa's hasty threat to the Ridge women had not played a hand in this newest attack. It was one thing for Faolain to attempt to raid from their shores, but murder - especially of a child - was something different. It implied that something else had happened to worsen the relationship between Paradise and the Ridge beyond the shattering of their alliance. Casting a sidelong glance at the painted mare on Rougaru's opposite side, Vanya's lips pressed together in a suppressed frown. Regardless of what had caused the schism, something needed to be done.

Faolain needed to pay.

The question was how. An eye for an eye was the obvious choice, but it only opened the door for an unending back and forth battle that would leave both of them bloodied. What they needed was something so big, so momentous, that Faolain would not be able to rise from the ashes. They needed to not only squash her resistance to the Wolf King, but to prevent any future flares from starting.

"First of all," she murmurs after Rougaru addresses both drappas, and sashays to the side. It is just enough to force a separation between them, enough to force eyes to follow her as a way of commanding their attention with something subtle. And a way, if she were being honest, of separating herself from Monster. Just because they shared a title did not mean that Vanya particularly preferred being equated to the painted viper. "You have my condolences, Nyimara," Vanya murmurs softly, her voice cool and collected despite the sympathy offered.

"As for action," she says, her voice now hard and decisive. Her posture, too, has changed. Vanya is no warrior. Her slender frame and lean muscling do not imply physical strength, and yet her neck bows tautly into an arch as her gaze rises firmly back to Rougaru. "It needs to be something that she will not forget. Something that will remind her of the power of the wolf pack that you have built, my King."

"As she took one of ours," Vanya says solemnly, modulating her voice so that it rose as she spoke. "We will take all of hers… in time." Her gaze had drifted from Rougaru to span over the herd - lingering on the freckled mare that hung near the back of the herd with her daughter - only to end back on their King again as she laid out her plan. "Beat her into submission now to remind her of who we are. Take the Kingship that is your right… and come spring, we will take every child that lives within the Ridge, including the one that she carries in her womb now."

"They will make useful gifts to the new and stronger alliances that Monster and I," her gaze flicks to Monster with a challenge in their ambery depths. The two of them were no more partners now than they had been before, but it was their job to support Rougaru, and Vanya needed something useful to do that did not involve combat. "-will help forge for you, and for your sons as they grow their own herds." Her gaze drifted from Monster to the contingent of grown colts flanking the herd. It still hurt her that Drogon wasn't among them. He should be here proclaiming his place in the herd, rather than trying to mollify the little pony mare. Finally, her gaze lands back on Rougaru as she finishes. "We will take everything that she holds dear and rend it from her until she begs for mercy."

"And then we will tell her no." A vindictive smile curls on her lips as she waits for the reactions of the herd.

OOC: DarQ, I hope you don't mind me putting Monster on Roug's opposite side. I can change it if need be.