It had not taken long after she sent Cruise off for Royal to find her once the Lagoon men had left with the mare. He was strong, his two toned body pushing through the forest like a wraith. She appreciated him staying out of the fray, but for the moment agitation did coat her tongue as she eyed her sub-lead. He was the son of Bacardi, brother to Toland. That was the only reason she appointed him, to keep some of the Forest herd here even if she would rather start it all over as if it were new. Keeping him though, Yaga found herself just slightly more at ease knowing she was not entirely alone with the care of this territory.
“You are late.” She stated, her bright eyes closing as she blinked, forcing the dryness to leave as she pulled in a breath. Her day had not gone to plan, but now it would ease. Shaking her head, not getting a reply other than a nod from her east, the mare snorted. Shaking out her thick neck, the draft mare turned her head towards the direction of the Prairie. “Its time to build alliances.” She was talking more to herself than to Royal, but she needed to get it out there anyways. Squaring her shoulders with a faint wince, Yaga took steps forward before she moved in a steady rhythm. Royal was behind her and to her right, keeping himself close but not overly so while also making sure she was not left entirely unprotected. For now they were both wet behind the ears, but it was harder to take down two over just one.
Walking from the Forest and to the Prairie took a while, but once she crossed the border and let a whispering sigh leave her lips, Yaga lifted her head higher. The trees were less here, something she was not entirely thankful for. With no shadows to help hide her frame, she felt exposed. She was a carbon copy of her wretched mother, but no one had met her mother from what she had been told before she left the Bay. Fell? People knew him, so she left her fathers name off of her tongue as she strode through the knee high grasses with pride that only went skin deep. She was still new, but she would learn.
Cresting a hill and about to call out, Yaga heard a nicker from her right. Turning her head, the grey mare searched the vegetation before she realized she was looking straight at a pale coated mare. This horse, upon closer inspection, left a taste of another territory from this island on her tongue. Holding a curious look that was quickly washed away, Yaga gave her own call before slowly moving closer, but not overly so. Leaving a bit of distance between them, Yaga dipped her head as her deep voice filled the air. “I heard you call the leader here. I am also searching for him and was wanting to meet with your territory lead after him.” Speaking her words and then stopping, Yaga narrowed her eyes on the mare as Royal stepped closer. “She is the Savanna lead, Yaga. This is Zira if what I have heard is correct.” Well, at least her sub-lead knew enough to keep her from drowning entirely.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.1hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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