As he continues on, elaborating on what it was that he disliked about Bjorn, she tried again to consider the colt's point of view. It was highly probable that he had spent his young days with his mother without a care in the world, likely giving no thought to the decisions that his sire would have had to make daily to lead a herd. Not that it was Belikov's fault of course. Siobhan hadn't paid any attention to what her parents were up to until the need to go out and look for her own home had become necessary.

If she had been displaced as a baby, back when her father's opinion had seemed relevant, she might have felt similarly. Siobhan doesn't immediately respond, trying to mull over her words and choose them carefully for the situation. She doubts that the Bjorn she knows would have anything but decent intentions toward the little family he'd brought here; but likely Belikov wouldn't know or understand that. He has firmly pigeon-holed the Northern stallion into his enemy role, and Siobhan wasn't entirely sure she would be able to sway his opinion. In fact, the simple act of allowing a colt not of his blood to come along had almost raised her opinion of her claimer. Her father wouldn't have allowed it, unweaned or not.

"Maybe, but I don't think many herd stallions get a chance to interview all the mares in a herd before deciding who to choose. He probably just chose at random. Maybe Bjorn is already trying to figure out a way to make things better." The thought of a herd stallion sneaking into another herd's borders to interview them all was laughable at best; no herd stallion worth his weight would allow such insolence. She smiles at his mention of convincing her to join him, but she doesn't want to give him false hope. He will likely become a herd stallion of his own, but unless Bjorn does something drastic, she doubts that her loyalty will waver.

"I will miss you too, Belikov, when you move on." Which was true, as well. While a vastly different sort of colt than the heir of the Ridge, his fiery passion was definitely something she would remember. From the corner of her eye, she can see a shadow break free from the darkness of the trees and greets it with a smile, despite the stormy look on his countenance. A thread of worry winds it's way through her mind as she watches the annoyed way the mature stallion addresses the colt, knowing that the annoyance is probably warranted on both sides. Like immovable boulders, however, neither are approaching the problem with the goal of a solution - only with the thought of winning on their minds.

Typical boys.

Despite the fact that there is an insult to Belikov's father hidden in those words, Siobhan is glad that it wasn't harsher. The stallion's warm greeting toward her was returned as well, and she let her lips be buried in his mane near his poll so she could breathe out a single, barely audible suggestion, formed gently and with care. "Easy, love. Be gentle."

The implication was perhaps sooner than she would have liked, but it was her hope that the shock of it, and truth of it, would perhaps break him from whatever testosterone fueled argument he intended to have with the stubborn colt. She may not have fallen in storybook love with the stallion quite yet, but she certainly loved him, as she did little Sigurdr.

As she withdrew from the threads of his mane, she turned her gaze back toward the colt to gauge his reaction, fairly certain that he would not be happy that the patriarch of the herd had joined them. There were a great number of things that she could say here, but many of them walked the line of chastising Bjorn, which she did not want to do in front of anyone, much less someone who already thought little of him. But if the three of them could somehow find the middle ground, she had a sneaking suspicion that they would all leave this scenario far happier than when they entered.

"Belikov here was just telling me about the Bay, and his father. Seems he's getting the chance to do a lot of travelling even though he's young." She smiles at the colt again. "I kind of wished I had done so when I was a filly."