Tolavan's brown eyes searched the forrest for her grandson, for all she knew he was running off killing things with out knowing what he was doing. Sure, he was a strong stallion who had his head on his shoulders, but he was power hungry and not even her son could deal with it. She sighed, she hated taking care of her sons son, just because he didn't have the back bone to get into his sons face.
She flicked her tail and began to look a little harder, she wasn't used to watching kids. She really didn't watch her own, she needed help since the stallion she had been in love with ran off with her daughter, without a word. She frowned and pushed the memory out, she needed to find Oliver for her son. Her mane blew slightly in the wind as she looked, but before she knew it she was ready to give up. Her nostrals flarred, her son couldn't keep his own children in his hooves?
She slowly walked over to a river, drinking it slowly as she listened to the sounds around her, it was so quiet and peaceful, she actually enjoyed it. Her light brown eyes then rested on her reflection, looking at herself staring back. She swallowed hard, "Oh lord."
