Lifting a white marked face towards the heavens, a grey shire cross blinked her lupine eyes. Her long mane softly tapped against her neck and shoulders, the wind pulling it this way and that against her muscular frame. Scanning the star filled sky, the draft mare let out a deep breath, her body softly twisting to look towards the North. She wanted to see the big star, the one that marked a certain way to go if you were lost and had it in the direction of your home. It could lead you anywhere, which was something this mare found fascinating.

Turning her whole body to face the star, Baba Yaga let out a deep breath. Somewhere in her home was Dagda and their children. She should go to them, let them know she was restless. Instead, Baba Yaga shoved it all down into her gut and let the star slowly be covered by the light of the sun rising from the east. She should go talk about this, but no, she did not. Instead, Yaga just let her eyes close as a single tear tracked down her face. She felt lost, as if this territory was not meant to be hers anymore. Dagda deserved to keep his home though, so she just would let it be as it was for the moment.

As the tear tracks through her fur and against her skin, the tri toned mare just absorbs the warm, wet, and gritty feeling of it as it runs over her face. When it pools against her jaw at the ends of her fur, she just stands still and lets out a deep breath as it falls from her body. She could almost hear it was it falls to the ground, but that was only her mental take on the sound of rain as she lowers her head to have her nostrils near the ground. Swallowing past a lump in her throat though, Yaga just lets out a shaky breath before she moves her hooves, heading back into the grove she mostly stayed, allowing everything here their own personal space.