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Ximena's tail flattened against her flank, her eyes slitting with suspicion. The stranger's words, echoing in the twilight, drew a sharp retort: "Does it look like it?" She searched Baby Yaga's face, the concern she found there only fueling her irritation. What was the stranger trying to gain, approaching her with such feigned kindness? Distrust ran deep in Ximena, like ingrained cracks in her very being. Despite her mother's constant lessons on kindness, she had cultivated a deep-seated skepticism towards everyone she met.

"Which island am I on?"Ximena snapped, her gaze shifting from Baby Yaga to the landscape behind her. The evening light painted the meadows and autumn-hued trees with a familiar glow, yet she couldn't quite place it. Impatience flickered in her eyes as she returned her attention to the stranger. It didn't cross her mind that Baby Yaga might genuinely care for her; in Ximena's world, everyone had ulterior motives, and she assumed Baby Yaga was no exception.

"Now, if you don't mind... I'd like to get back to my dinner," she retorted, turning away from Baby Yaga to put some distance between them. She lowered her muzzle to the ground, pulling up the succulent grasses and savoring each bite, all while keeping a wary eye on the draft mare.