Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. Posted on July 13, 2025 at 07:13:20 PM by Baba Yaga
Her question wasn't exactly the best one to ask, but Yaga did not flinch at his words or his laugh. Her amber eyes blinked, her ears twitched forward, but nothing showed the way her gut clenched knowing she had said the wrong thing. She hadn't meant to put her hoof in her mouth, but it had happened anyway and she had to deal with it. Tilting her head to the side however, the shire cross licked her lips and eyes the painted stallion for a moment.
Listening to his next set of words, the grey mare bobbed her head in a nod, unsure of what to say as she regrouped herself a touch. “Would you prefer to lean on me or follow my scent?” Yaga did not exactly like touch, but this stallion needed assistance more than her distaste of touch. Turning away from him, the mare lashed her tail against her hip as the wind continued to howl up above. They needed to move and the sooner, the better.
Pulling in a breath, Yaga hummed. “My name is Baba Yaga, but you can call me Yaga.” Might as well get her name out there so she didn't have to say it again. Now she would wait for his answer on how he wanted to follow. Once she got it, the draft would lead him into the trees and make sure he had a safe enough place to rest.