She’s in quite a good mood this morning. The Jungle has been on even more of an upswing these past few months, drawing in sisters (both new and old) like it hasn’t in a very long time. Their ranks are beginning to look quite respectable and, with time and a little more activity, they could potentially reach the Tundra in terms of power.

They aren’t there yet though, and only time will tell if they are able to make it. For now, she has her own work to do.

A faint scent catches her nose, and her head perks up immediately. A mare. A foreign mare, to be exact.

She starts forcing aside the bush, brown eyes straining through the foliage to catch a glimpse of the stranger. She’s only gone a few steps however before another scent reaches her nose, this time a familiar one. Riva. A smile crosses her lips at the thought of the ornery painted mare. She’s grown rather fond of the mare and her … candor.

She continues through the brush, pushing aside vines and tree limbs, until finally she can see Riva’s painted behind deeper in the Jungle. She pushes past one last stubborn bush, and slips in beside her sister, giving a Riva a friendly nudge on the shoulder before turning to face the newcomer.

The mare is an unusually coloured one, which in itself is not so unusual these days. Only a few days before Lexa had helped Celaena bring a lurid pink mare into the Jungle. This mare’s colour is practically plain in comparison, thank god. Otherwise though, the mare seems ordinary enough, besides her lack of consideration for the border (which, admittedly, rankles Lexa just a little bit). She stares down the mare, cocking her dark head to the side. “What brings you to the Jungle?” Just in case, she grabs hold of the carbon in the earth, readying herself for an emergency. She doesn’t think she’ll need it, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.

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