Peace had been in the Forest for a slight while after the hog incident. Yaga had not gone out to pick any fights, not with the swaying to her stomach that was now rounded with a foal she had been growing. Her grey grame shivered faintly due to the winter weather, but she did not let any sound leave her lips. Her nose was downcast, nosing through the snow when the sound of hooves on the snow made her twist around just a touch. Her golden eyes landed upon a dark beast, but again nothing left her lips as she eyed him from where she stood out in the open.

Hearing her name, the mare lifted her head and let her whole body move, facing him head on with a look that spoke of how she felt. “You are not welcome here.” She rumbled, her voice strong as she lifted her head and looked him over. She might be younger, but she was far from dumb. Her coat was growing in patchwork marks of her training and battles. She would one day be able to take on someone older than her with more years under their belt, she knew that bone deep. Using that to her strength and advantage, the mare kept herself calm as she let out a breath. “But go on. What do we have to talk about?”