Muscles flexed under thick skin that was littered with wounds. Golden eyes hold fear and worry as giant hooves eat up the forest soil. She was running, calling to anyone around her to also head away. It was almost too much on her thick shoulders, but Baba Yaga sucked in a deep breath even if it made her lungs ache from the running pace she held. Her herd, her family, were in danger. Even those from the outside could be in danger if they showed up in the forest, but so far she had not noticed a single one. Shaking her head to try and throw away some of her panic, the grey mare just kept forward when the voice of another entered her ears.

Turning her head faintly so that one eye could look at the other equine, she let out a startled sound. “Polar!” He was in danger now too, something she hated. “Asphara?” She gasped, hoping beyond anything that this stallion’s mate was safe farther out in the forest. Unable to speak any more words, Yaga just moved. Her body side stepped on one powerful lunge forward what she noticed Polar’s move. Her hooves hit their own patch of fallen leaf litter and sticks. The cracking that came from her weight upon them had her ears tucking tighter against her head, but she then jumped when the sound of hooves hitting a body took her focus for a moment. “Good hit.” She panted out just as another scent entered her nostrils and made her jerk her head faintly, searching for the stallion that was coming.

As Dagda came into view, Yaga gave a soft whicker to him. His words eased her a touch but as they headed to the beach, she worried. The sand would shift under her hooves too easily and it made her forward movements jerky for the first few strides. It took some leveling of herself, but soon enough the mare was shooting across the sand as the boar made noise behind the three of them. “Hit the water!” She cried out, her body shooting towards the salty brine before the loud splash of her hitting the water broke the panting breaths she made. Her hooves touched the sand until she was barely able to stand. Turning around, she looked towards the boar that had hit the sand, running at them and her heart galloped in her chest, hoping he would not come out into the waters as far as she had hopefully guided the two stallions.