He felt the disturbance in the Forest before anything was really happening. After living in one place so long it became easy to tell when something wasn't right. Besides, Dòigh Nàdair was the philosophy he lived by and has since he mother taught him when he was little. He has now been passing the teaching on to Baba Yaga when she had the time. Which, she has been busy considering her title.

Dagda would need to learn how to carry some of the weight for her. This was new territory for him though Bacardi and Toland has allowed him to gather a small herd. He had been unsuccessful at that I might add. Baba Yaga appears to him wounded with defeated eyes. He tends to her as best as he could without trying to break her confidence or overstep. He works hard so that she doesn't see the real worry he feels in his chest. She walks away to finish her duties while he is left pacing with worry.

The night was long with very little sleep. Morning came too early, but it didn't stop him from rising for the day. Dark lines under his auburn eyes shows how he struggled to sleep. It wasn't just about Yaga's wounds. The Forest had grown eerie. He was ready and waiting for what might come next.

Dagda was grazing when all the noise started. His head snaps up with ears in attention. At first it was hard to tell who the beast was after between all the cries. He knew he needed to stay away to save his own life, but he also knew he had responsibilities now. He stood frozen where he was until a particular cry finally reaches him. DAGDA! His legs were moving within seconds. She was already wounded and if she now had a boar on her trail he fears the worst.

Everything in his screamed to turn back. He could be safe. The smell of the animal grew stronger, but so did the others. He could smell the blood on Baba Yaga's coat and he worried the smell might be too strong to shake the angry animal. He would be able to follow her all over Luthein. "Ceannard!" He shouts to her until the horrifying scene unfolds infront of him. He sees the boar, the largest boar he has ever seen, chasing Baba Yaga and another stallion.

"Cuan," He says softly as his tries to think of something. There was a chance the boar might stop once they were far enough from it's territory. If not, the sea might be their only option. Dagda picks up speed again, dodging around trees, and pushing his large body as fast as it would go hoping he could get within earshot. "Get to the ocean!" Surely the boar wouldn't test the sea. Dagda races towards the beach on the far side of Baba Yaga and Polar. He just hoped he wouldn't have to sacrifice himself to save their lives.