Aquatree:

She trotted up to him and exhaled. "What about you? What's happening to you?"

Pinebranch:

He stood at the entrance on the cave, his ears flat and his eyes full of dread.

Moonheart:

He nodded, looking at the ground. "Yeah, your herd."

Aquatree:

She sprang to her hooves, and immediately groaned. "What? Home? River Herd!?"

Moonheart:

He drew his wings in. "Um... you're going home."

(wait so what is happening? who is where?) Aquatree:

She pricked her ears.

Moonheart:

"I'll go get the others," he muttered. He turned and cantered towards the medicine cave. When he reached it, he slowed to a halt and poked his head inside. "Aquatree?"

Violetfeather would notice the moving wing before bolting towards the search party, a bright smile creased her lips as she charged right to her dam. Shrubnose canters over and wraps her filly in an loving embrace with her own wings as she nuzzle the appaloosa filly on the forehead, "Thanks the ancestors...!" she whispered a few sobs during her nuzzle. Violetfeather happily returning the hug.

Hawkfire would smile and nod once more, "Understood, you have our thanks." he then turn his head to face Moonheart and Hollymoon, "By your command." he spoke calmly and friendly. Stormwave stepped up to the hugging mare and filly, looking at the two with a smile. The battle mares smile from behind Hawkfire and the white steed seemed a little sheepish but still grinned at the reunions and retrieval

Hollymoon:

She snorted fiercely and lashed her tail. "I am not some errand girl you can order around as you so please!" But she didn't say it aloud. She glared at Shrubnose and at the rest of the intruders. "Come on." She grumbled and opened her wings.

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Frostwing:

”I can relate.” He could imagine Snowfrost, his son, getting stollen as well. He moved his wing, letting the foals go to the River Herd group. “Moonheart and Hollymoon will escort you all off our territory.”

Hawkfire would let out a small sigh in relief, it was a blessing from the ancestors in the Golden Meadow that Frostwing can be cooperative at times when it is exceptionally desired. As his muscled flexed for a moment to keep himself warm in the chilly climate of Silver Herd's territory, did the stallion performed a subtle yet elongated nod of agreement. After meeting the eyes of the over-stallion once more did he part his lips to speak, "We can agree to these terms." His oak brown eyes met the bodies of the yearlings and weanlings, "We also offer you our apologies if the fillies caused you any trouble within' your borders."

He gave a small nod to Shrubnose, the solid chestnut mare snorts softly and reluctantly calms down on his non-verbal command. Looking down in visible shame. "And I will apologize on Shrubnose's behalf for her behavior. She's just worried, that's all." he gave a small smile, his tone donning the soft, fatherly vibe he used on Moonheart.

Frostwing:

He relaxed slightly. This stallion seemed to be more chill than Shrubnose by far. He pointed towards the gang of colts with his wing. “The foals were captured by them, not by any of my orders. Believe me, they are going to be punished for all of this. I think we can make a truce here. I will give you back your foals, and you won’t raise any more drama about it. In return for this, I will excuse your group trespassing and the harsh words of Shrubnose.” When he said Shrubnose, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Hawkfire would hear the word captain and step forward, using his wing to gently scoot Shrubnose behind him, causing the chestnut friesian look at her daughter in worry. As if ready revolt against such a small action.

Violetfeather would skid to a halt from the wing blocking, only to make a small squeal, "Mama...!"

"If you are looking for a captain, that would be me. I apologize for the mare's outbursts. I am Hawkfire, one of the captains of River Herd." The bulky buckskin would chuffed, his voice rather deep and raspy. //Once I get back to River Herd, Waspwing better make me lead mare if Frostwing even does this trick again, I'll- I'll-...!// Shrubnose thought rashly, panicking over the thought of her filly in danger than what Frostwing's aura is giving off.

Frostwing:

He blocked Violetfeather with one wing.

”You are currently on our lands, so I would advise against trying anything.” He looked at Shrubnose. “I would like to speak with Waspwing or Bronzecloud, or even a captain, someone who has more authority than you.” He knew that Shrubnose was feisty, and the situation, worse as it was, wouldn’t get better with her demanding war.

"It does not matter who has done the kidnapping, it was kidnapping nonetheless. Give the foals back or your hooves will be responsible for bloodshed and war." the feisty battle mare took a step forward. In that instant did little Violetfeather notice her mother and whinnied, making her attempt at galloping over to her dam, her mind singling out one objective as her long legs tried carrying her across the stretch to the search party and most importantly her mother.

Moonheart:

He stumbled back, the stallion reminding him of his own dead father.

Hawkfire, a captain of River Herd would gently scoot Moonheart to the side with his wing, "Stay back kid, don't want to poke a sleeping Ice Bear if you know what I mean." he donned a soft whisper to the colt, anyone could tell that this stallion was a father-figure.

(Like Grasswing.)

Frostwing:

”Calm down.” He responded calmly. “I was just about to send Moonheart and Hollymoon to send a message to River Herd. These foals were not captured under my orders.”

He cocked his head. “It appears as though you have done the rule breaking. You should have waited for the border, or at least gotten my permission to land in Silver Herd.“

Moonheart:

"Um..." he mumbled. "I didn't steal them... here, talk to that colt." He pointed at one of Adderheart's gang.

Colt:

He froze.

Shrubnose would realize the cluster of little ones behind the stallion, before keeping her anger under control, taking a deep breath did the mare let out a sigh. Her nostrils flaring as she glared down to young Moonheart, recongizing the teen colt. Before up to Frostwing, "Shrubnose, battle mare of River Herd and leader of the River Herd foal search and rescue party are here to retrieve what your herd has stolen from us." the mare pointed her wing of multiple green hues to the foals, "While River Herd wants all the foals back, I, Shrubnose, firstborn foal of Starwing and Morningcloud want my daughter, most of all. She better be unscaved."

She bared her teeth, her anger bubbling up and rising to paint her features. Her ears pinned sharply back as Stormwave bellowed a soft snort. A pinto battle mare rattled her yellow and brown tipped wings while a white stallion cautiously look over his shoulder to the rest of Silver Herd.

Little Violetfeather peeked from behind the other foals, timidly looking around.