A voice spoke to each one claiming a victor, she could feel what grips she had starting to slip, wanting to fail. They had lost, and had to leave. The only good thing was the fact they were not exactly holding anyone against their will. Wouldn't they be stupid to do so? Enemies living in the same territory was bound to cause more trouble. Much she wished she could pull off changing sides, it would sicken her to remain. She doubted anyone would be fooled, despite how open and accepting the Quian seemed to be. Besides being wounded, what could she do? Actions would be nothing but stupid, and fruitless. It was with a sore hide she began to follow her kind to the north. The new path the icy King had taken. Quietly she mused at least they were all now securely bonded, and committed to keep together to one day claim what was theirs. Or she would hold to believe that, she needed something to hold too.

With heavy steps, and a heavy heart the night light would start to waken to dawn as she moved with anything, but a graceful stride. The read maned fought against the pulls of her skin which had been exposed, torn, and burnt, but least it was one side, and she could favor the other. Avoiding any pain was far from able, but she could be grateful she was alive. Many had made it despite this whole world against them. Something she wasn't sure she would grip to understand. Swaying hips she hummed to ehrself, her eyes empty voids so there was not direct way to tell what happened behind her silver irises. There was meaning to her steps, strong and full of purpose she would meet Mauja's mighty call.

When the mare came upon the scene her head feeling like it would rip apar, she tried to scramble for what everyone was saying. It was hard with a brain freeze, and a conflicted heart. It was clear there was a range of emotions in the group, with a careful look she let her eyes trace around their faces. Some seem more affected than others by the outcome of their battle. Most it seemed they were ready to strike a plan. What would they do? Part of her did not really want to listen, it was not in her to collaborate now. Eyes upon the foals she became more worried about their well being than revenge. Tamlin's mother was not in sight, and Aviya was already suffering from this cold. They could no time soon attack the Quian, and keeping everyone healthy, getting them mended should be a priority. They should strike back, but they should be strong, more prepared than the enemy.

With her questions nothing but silence to their ears, it was when Lucius stepped forward, a familiar rope in his teeth, taking it to Mauja to place it before the Frostheart something in her would snap. Nothing but a blink of an eye Faelene felt herself wake up with the heat of rage and despair. Thais is dead. The cold thought pummeled her mind. The black beast had fallen. This is when she had had enough."They will suffer for this," she coldly spoke in a tone of promise.