Watching the mare move around the thick tree, Baba Yaga lets her hooves shift a touch. One back legs bends at the ankle, fully at rest as that side of her dips down. Her golden eyes blink slowly before she looks up at the dense canopy of the large tree. Her long tail slowly flicks against her hips, pulling at her short grey fur. She was contemplating a bit here, but no words left her lips as she was slowly pulled back down to the mare now named Morrigan via her words. Yaga let her tongue slip out, licking her dry lips before a soft chuckle left her lips.

“I do agree there.” She rumbled out, her voice holding a bit of humor as she could not stop the chuckle from leaving her body entirely. Morrigan was right, even if Yaga was not entirely sure on what to think about it. Tilting her head to the side, she let herself think for a moment before a shrug took her shoulders. “To be honest with you, I don’t know. I live here, but I can't say if I am just a resident or a part of the Forest itself.” Her blood was too fresh on the banks to truly pick what she was, but Yaga knew she wasn't just a set thing either. This was her home and she loved the dense vegetation, but could she call herself one with the forest or just of it?

Shifting her stance again, the grey mare let her body rise before she looked to the tree. Thinking it over again, she felt a bit of something rise in her gut as a soft light took over her eyes. “What if I am more like the wind? I come in be it with strength or with peace and just stay?” Letting her eyes flick back to the mare, Yaga tilts her head to the side faintly. “I cant say I am a resident or that I belong like the skunks and such, but I can be like the wind or the breeze.”