Slowly raising a brow at the mare's words, Yaga just watched her. The tilt to her dark lips was downward, but nothing left her mouth. There was control in every action yaga now took, his body stock still and her teeth tight together. A muscle did bulge in her jaw, but nothing else showed just how out of the ordinary this was. If one were to live in the Arch and pay attention, one would know that she had been going at Zion like a coyote with rabies. She had picked a battle with this mare’s other lead as if it were just a game and in many ways, that was exactly how Yaga saw it all.
Swallowing slowly, the grey draft cross let out a breath after she got the dryness away. Her head tilted faintly before she just closed her eyes to hide the eye roll she was so desperately wanting to give. Her muscled shoulders rocked faintly, but she took a steadying breath once more before she opened her eyes and let them rest upon the pale mare. “Likewise, Ice.” She finally rumbled, her deep voice vibrating from her throat and entering the air. Turning her head, the golden eyed Forest lead looked around them before turning back to Ice. “Why… are you on the crossing island if you live in a territory? It's a bit odd for a herd member to be roaming around this island unless they are searching for something.” A friend, a fight, whatever. What was it though that had Ice roaming the Meadow instead of her safe home?
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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