Too many, there were now too many. Flicking her gaze from the mare to the lagoon stallion, Baba Yaga felt her eyes narrow as frustration wished to coat everything. The moment the mare practically tried to jump into her skin, the forest lead wanted to whip around and bite at her. Yet, the brute of a mare did nothing as her bright eyes latched onto the Lagoon mutt. He was in her home, something she was far from wanting, and it drove her batty. He could leave, that much she knew and oh boy did she want it. However, as one of two from the old herd showed up, Yaga took a breath and let him speak for a moment, figuring something would come out of it that would aid the three to one ration at the moment.


Letting the silence fall after the young stallion, Yaga kept herself from rolling her eyes as she stepped forward, her body stepping just enough to leave the mare safe but making sure the Lagoon boy could not just up and steal her away. “Go home. You are bad enough that she called you a dog and ran away.” Raising a brow then, Yaga tilted her head with her tail snapping against her hocks. “Time to head back and leave the Forest alone.” She had no good quips, but her brute size would pack a punch, even if she was not well trained just yet. For now Yaga needed to train, but for the first flipping week of leading, she found herself assisting an escape attempt.

BABA YAGA

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mare | 17.1hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest

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