She watched in silence as Bacardi became closer with other members of the herd. Jealousy had never been a problem for her before, but she found the feeling growing rapidly in the last few months. It wasn't really him having other relationships that struck her heart. No, it was watching these mares bare his children. She has noticed his special interest in his newest son which only made her regret their last baby conversation. That could have been their son together.

The sickness that had befallen Maeve had no made this any easier. Actually, her recent death has only intensified these nasty feelings. Grizel was doing her best to avoid Bacardi in the meantime, but that was difficult. He was everywhere in the Forest and she was unable to travel very far to get some space. She kept telling herself this wasn't his fault. But then again, it was. She would have a whole army of his babies if he would allow it.

All this dumb talk about her breathing condition was stupid. Why couldn't she just live the life she wanted? The large mare kicks a rock she found near beach with a snort. Angry eyes rise only for them to fall upon Bacardi who was heading towards the ocean. Intense emotions flood her face as she gallops towards him. Unable to control herself, she slips to a dramatic halt behind him. "Where are you going?" She asks as sand sprays forward on the beach from her movement.