Standing under the towering cedar trees in her home, Baba Yaga let her ears slowly twist upon her head in any direction that they could go. The wind was howling all around her and she found her young child by her legs, but unease still coursed through her blood as if she were prepared for something to happen. Her golden eyes blinked against the howling winds and the debris being flung her way. Long strands of the draft mares mane smacked against her neck and shoulders, letting her know just how bad the wind was screaming as if she could not hear it.

Tossing her head up once as a stick came flying her way, Baba Yaga let out a deep breath as a squeal barely escaped her lips. This storm was almost too much for the mare to handle, but she kept herself standing. As the time rang on though and she dodged the worst of the debris, the shire cross let her eyes open fully when the wind calmed down just enough to allow her to see clearly without everything slamming against her body.

Moving away from where she stood, Yaga left her child against the towering cedar for protection. Her gut instinct sent her away, telling her something was wrong out on her land. She did not understand fully what could be pulling her away from her daughter, but the mare knew to trust that little voice in her head. With listening to it though, the tri toned mare found herself out on the banks of her home staring at a stranger who seemed to be in a bit of a predicament.

Stepping closer, the grey mare lowly nickered to the stallion. “Are you alright?” She asked, unknowing that he was blind. Tilting her head, the mare waited just a touch for a response before flinching when the top of a tree snapped. “We need to move. Please follow me so we can get you under some safer cover.”