Dagda was not accustomed to stress in yet here he was. Laramée was missing, Loralei found murdered (traumatizing enough), and then his eldest daughter scared them over a false pregnancy. His peaceful life was becoming a chaotic mess with only Baba Yaga being the one to hold him together. She was a strong, constant, in his life that he could lean on. Of course when she was too busy being owning a territory he used the trees.

The Forest was always there for him even before she came into his life. Their bark have soaked up many of his tears. A deep sigh leaves the large draft stallion as he rises with another new day. Lately sleep has been hard to come by, but at least he had managed a couple hours before being shaken awake from nightmares. As he begins to move about the Forest his stomach quickly reminds him not to skip breakfast.

A nice patch of grass provides just what he needs to quiet the growling. It was soon after that someone's call grabs his attention. Sable ears perk atop his head as he trots towards the stranger. Well, at first he thought it was a stranger until she came into view. "Piuthar?" Wide eyes look her over at he stands, stunned. With how many years that have passed them he isn't sure how he recognizes her, but he does.

Slowly, he begins to move forward in an attempt to get a closer look. "Is that you Ama?" Would she even remember him?