Grey ears rimmed in black twisted against the tight coils of a knotted mane. Wounds seeped with blood and salty ocean water that had yet to fully dry. Pain echoed through the body of a draft mare as her vibrant golden eyes heated. She had failed. The taste of that on her tongue made the shire cross tremble with anger, but it didn't stop her from finding Dagda after her return either. She had a soft spot for him, something did never anticipated. Their time together had been mellow and with him having been the first horse here she met and now her third leader of this densely wooded territory, she just couldn't help herself. It was so much to her mind that when she woke the following day, Baba Yaga stared at her reflection in a slow rolling river.

Looking over her frame that was still bleeding in places, Baba Yaga let out a breath. It was time now to let go. Zion had taken Avarice right out from under her nose over a season ago now and with the battle they just had, the mare felt her resolve weaken. He had fought harder than she had ever tasted from him and it caused a shudder to run through her body. Without a single chance to have taken Avarice home, the grey draft now knew there was no point. Shaking her head at her own reflection, the mare was about to turn around when the sound of something in the distance made her fur stand on end.

Flicking one ear forward, Baba Yaga listened as the sound of something big came charging through the forest. Her golden eyes searched the other side of the river for what was headed her way. It didn't take too long, but what she saw made her back pedal at a rapid rate of speed. A boar, one larger than ever before, made her heart rate spike in her chest. Her eyes widened to show the whites of them before a cry escaped her lungs. The boar jumped, covering a decent stretch of the river. She was somehow in its territory, that much she guessed as the hulking hog came for her and anyone else on this side of the river.

Turning away abruptly, the forest lead used forward momentum as her main weapon. Her hind hooved dug into the soft dirt of the forest before she shot off like a gun. Her muscles flexed and extended, her legs propelling her through the dense vegetation of her home. Her lips opened as a call left her lungs to anyone around this side of the forest. They needed to run and it was needed now. As she moved, the mare startled before her voice broke out in a chilling cry with the boar on her trail. She needed one particular stallion to move and with her cry, his name was screamed to the land.