Lipping at her sobbing daughters shoulders and mane, Baba Yaga had to hold in some of the rage. She knew which boy had done this, but the head strong lead of the Forest would not be doing what she wanted to do just yet. Instead, the woman tenderly lipped and groomed her daughter, hoping to end the sobbing before it got worse. Baba Yaga was unsure of what this would entail, but soon enough the grey Crown lifted her head away from her daughter and flicked her ears this way and that. She could already scent Dagda on the wind, but that did not mean much in a situation like this.


Sighing out a deep breath, Baba Yaga shifted her weight before turning her head towards the east. The stallion's scent was strongest from this direction, which made her flick her tail faintly before opening her lips and calling out to her handsome and soft hearted mate. Dagda was the only stallion for Yaga, no matter what came to pass as time went by. Titan was their red haired child, but she was not their only one. Smiling faintly to herself where Titan could not see, Yaga let a trickle of excitement warm her blood even if she hated every moment of this. If she was indeed to be a grandmother already, she would be mad but happy.


Waiting for Dagda, Yaga lowered her head back to her daughter, grooming her red fur once more. “You will heal from this.” Yaga softly murmurs as the sobs die down. “No matter what comes, you always have us with you.” Yaga speaks, her words echoing as she hopes Dagda arrives. This was not a matter just for the Forest lead, but she turns her head to her mate once he arrives. Looking at the stallion, Yaga lets out a soft breath and nods to their visibly pregnant daughter. “We have a problem.”