Common

"He doesn't have to," Titania answers, stepping out of the undergrowth, "because I'm right here."

She'd caught a whiff of Puck and trailed it, so laser-focused that Theseus was able to break away from her, something he was getting worriedly good at now that he'd been weaned and no longer needed her for sustenance. Rehoboam's frantic words had snapped her attention back to the colt immediately, but the colt was fast, and by the time she'd caught up with her young son and his father, another horse was there, standing between her and the tiny family she'd worked so tirelessly to keep together. She gives the stallion a quick once-over, deeming him fine enough, if not for the tension coming off of him in waves, then switches to Theseus, her gaze visibly softening as she combs it over him. He's alright. Thank the gods, he is alright.

She won't make that same mistake twice.

Immediate concerns set aside, the spotted mare shifts her focus to the stranger. Her eyes flit over the mare's striking white-and-gold form, sizing her up, and when Titania flares her nostrils, she notes the strong scent of ocean water lingering on the stranger's skin, paired with undertones of red clay and cactus flower.

Salem. She knows the desert island well, having spent more than a few seasons landlocked within its arid borders. Titania looses a long, slow breath, trying to calm the nerves rising steadily within her at the memories the scents bring forth, and reminds herself that the wolf is gone, his bones doomed to spend eternity in the Desert by her own actions. Rougaru will never leave that place again, caged in a prison not unlike the one he had fashioned for her on Atlantis, no hope of escape. She is free, and he is dead, and he cannot touch the quiet little life she has fostered here on the Crossing with Rehoboam and their son.

The Lagoon, however, is another story. The Common is much too close to the bachelor lands for comfort, and with every minute they spend here, their odds of being caught increase. Titania glances to the other mare, her gaze flinty if not utterly neutral, and dips her head. "Thank you for your concern, kind stranger," she says, "but we can take it from here," and takes a step towards her wayward clan, assuming she will heed Titania's obvious dismissal and move out of her way.