Now that she had some protection of a home she was free to continue. The Lagoon was not normally a place she would go, but there was someone there she had to see. Well, see was not exactly the right word. She has seen him before in glimpses and as she stalked the main island, but this time she would speak with him. Just as she had finally spoken to her other grandchild.

It was only because of the early change of hooves in the Badlands that she was able to connect with her granddaughter. Give her the warning she needed to hear before rushing off back to the safety of Tinuvel. After some rest it was time to journey again and this time to the place she thought her grandson to be. She has watched him enough to know he was dangerous. Even at a young age his existence spelled disaster.

Her nightmares told her so and it shows now smelling the body(s) that lined the Peak. In order to keep the world balanced, and her family safe, he must die.

The older mare makes her presence known to him with a soft nicker. Her head bobs in greeting as her hooves step into onto the wet sand to be closer to him. "You've grown strong. Am I to assume your have young ones of your own?" She asks with a smile as her tail slaps against her tighs. She might be too late.