To do list: 1. Wait for tonight.
2. Try to take over the world.

She had waited... oh yes, had she wait, and watched, and noted, and waited some more. She had studied, and practiced, and perfected her crafted chore. But it had been worth it, for the day came she felt ready as if she were called. As if that beautiful goddess (Potion) that aged her had appeared once more to direct her towards the proper time and place. Obviously, Potion had not appeared, and, obviously, there had been no tutelage since the mysterious mare had graced them out of infancy; but Callbear had taken a liking to wondering what the mare would have done in certain situations.  This was one of those times. Callbear knew it wouldn't be easy to get what she wanted but she had to start acting on her plans.   Autumn was the perfect time to make a move, those without shelter were looking to find warmth and security with a herd and it was some of the last good recruiting weather as winter was often slim pickings.  She knew it was time.

The cool Autumn winds licked at her mane pulling the gold hairs into her eyes before flicking them away. Callbear's dark eyes turned to her brothers who talked quietly about... whatever they muttered on about when she wasn't around. She silently watched them for a moment before turning to then and calling them to her. "Come brothers, it is time." Sidlet turned his head to the side curiously danced across his features before he allowed the thought to emerge, "Time for what?" His short attention span was enough to make her head spin she shot him a look and flicked her tail at his face as she turned away from them again to glance out into the distance again. "Vengling, do something about him... I can't deal with saying it again." Vengling's silver black body came up next to Callbear's purely black one, leaving the gold spotted frame of Sidlet to be left in the background alone. "Sidlet, the same thing we do every day, Try to take over the world. Try not to irritate sister so, come now"

And with that, they all left the little clearing in the in between lands. Callbear led the trio into the open and across the land until their destination loomed before them. The gray cavernous lands that were called Pangea was her target.... Pollock really. She had watched him and felt he would work in their favor. He would be open to her whims, or at least that was her impression. It seemed the better route than trying to fake it and take over some other lovey-dovey herd. Callbear made no sign of stopping when she reached the border, and a quick glance made it clear her brothers were with her. All three held heads high like they belonged. In Callbear's mind they did, so why bother stopping at a border that notated they were not welcomed... you are welcomed in places you belong. It was logical. Their stature wasn't threatening, but it dared someone to stop them; to tell them otherwise. 
 
It was quite the image, their gold embellished bodies, and ice blazes, and all three a shade of black moving through the desolate lands, Call at the head and Vengeling and Sidlet behind, they moved through the land. She made no intention of stopping her tour until someone forced her to. She would have her way or she would wreck havoc on any and all. But why stop her? She wanted what Pollock wanted, she was sure of it.