Hearing a voice, the draft woman was pulled from the comfort of her memories. Blinking open her golden eyes, the grey Forest lead let herself scan the black stallion that had come her direction. Listening some more, the woman faintly smiled before shrugging her shoulders. “I had actually come to go to the Cove, but instead I found myself here and couldn’t help myself to the past.” Her voice was soft, gentle even. It had been a long time since Baba Yaga had stepped foot here in the Bay, but now that she was here, she felt it pulling on her heart strings.

Shifting her weight and letting her full attention to the Bay lead, she dipped her head. “My name is Baba Yaga. I am sorry for stepping onto your home, but being washed up here due to the currents and then remembering my mother and father, I couldn’t stop myself.” Smiling at herself, the slate hued mare looked around them quietly for a moment. “I come from the Forest. I am the lead there.” Again she was gentle in her words, not a single ounce of potential threats on her body.

Flicking her tail, Yaga hummed softly before resting herself at ease. “The Bay is a gorgeous place in the summer, that I do agree. Pacific Rim cared for me for the longest time here even though she isn't my blood mother.” In her mind though, blood was not what made her family exactly. As Siren was murdered just after Yaga was born, she had only heard stories whispered to her from Apex that he had learned over time. Her half brother did not know all, but she was not fully ready to face the Dunes demon just yet about their mother.