Mauja gone all hell was bound to break loose. A leader may be needed, but Faelene was most weary of who would take his place. She was not so inclined to follow anyone wanting a crown, and title. Especially someone she did not feel Mauja would not approved of taken the power. When she heard Psyche's voice in the distance, like a sharp sword of disapproval Faelene struck out to figure out what was wrong. It certainly was directed at someone.

Dark head carried high, she worked swiftly against the barren white, but slowed when she saw them in the distance. She had ever intention of collecting information before charging in. Though it wasn't hard to see they were giving him some sort of chewing. Oh, how much worse did Psyche's words get, and how true they rang. Great, and who was this they wanted to kill? She wondered, feeling these mares were more creatures of vanity, and power than caring to really help their race. Faelene bit the side of her tongue holding it back, feeling the heavy bitter taste in her mouth. When Xanthos spoke it seemed to only light the fire for the dark mare, and Faelene could hear every word ringing from her wretched mouth. It was an equine, a mare. What to heavens had he done, made company with her? For the love of... Nothing would be accomplished with these two. Faelene was more certain of that when the silver one opened her mouth giving her turn,already wishing to do the order of her leader, and speaking of ignorance. Yes, the red maned had had her fill of them, and their narrow minds.

Striding in, her own ears were pinned to her head, her red whipcords struck against her hocks, while she took up position to the right of Xanthos' side."Ignorance is the two of you. Hurt this equine, and you'll make them bring a whole damn war upon us we are far from ready for. They are just waiting for reasons to strike, and Birdsong on it's way what an easy way to wipe us out." Her voice had a deep edge and cut to it, but remained steady, collected with reason. There wouldn't be any more snow,ice, and cold to keep them back. There would be no suspicions they were racists, and killers, it would be known. How was this keeping things secret? How was this helping their movement? How was this to help against their enemies? Going about harming a bunch of nobody's? Yes, what brilliance.

"Besides, I would think it obvious some of us are a little brighter about keeping a low profile around lesser rather than parading our hatred. Haven't you heard of keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer Psyche? Isn't it better they don't expect a kind friend as the ruthless killer?" She queried, giving her a cool gaze, waiting for her to disagree. "Besides I don't think anyone died, and made you Queen..." Faelene could feel her own rush of distaste, and fury, but she kept it tamed beneath her still black mask. Her dark black eyes encircled by thin rings of silver gave a pointed stare back into the pit of fiery gold. It was clear there was a dare there for Psyche to prove her wrong. The words would be matter-of-factly spoken because last she checked Psyche was not hers. If she was to be there damn well better be a meeting where she saw how many pledged themselves to her...chose her. "Xanthos was doing what I suggested him to do. Making us a new reputation of nothing to fear. You don't conquer from the outside, you do it from within. Maybe, he's yet to spill blood, to be so quick to kill and hurt without cause and reason like the two of you." Faelene made sure to hold them both in her sights. Why did Mauja have to disappear? Why couldn't their be more damned stallions in this place? Even if a pair of testicles were not carriage of courage, shouldn't there be more outspoken against the way she was doing things. Faelene knew Psyche had left them, barely to return to help with the invasion, and it gave her one more reason to find this the worst of doings.