Her title was gone, but she still felt some duty to the herd to approach the stranger that crosses their borders. Ysabel didn't feel anymore worse could happen to her at this point so she saw no risk talking to the unknown male. The gold coated stallion strolls through their home like he was lost down memory lane while Ysabel tries to keep up with him at a distance until finally, she takes a short cut around the trail he walks. The palomino varnish limbs through the brush and the trees, herself digging deep into her own troubles.

The fight for lead mare would never be over with Nyimara involved, but why did she want it so bad? Ysabel assumes it was just her dominating nature that craves it, but maybe there was more reason. Ysabel had never wanted the title under her rival had. She had her own reasons for besting Nyimara in battle and becoming the Ridge's high ranking mare, but none of that mattered now. She was tired of fighting and losing the things she cared for most. Isabel was gone, Sigurdr was gone. She had lost both of them from her inability to protect. She was not strong enough to be a lead mare nor did she even want to try to be one again.

Her body steps out from the vegetation as she blocks the path the champagne stallion follows. Light blue eyes stare at them with an ivory head held high, though she favors her injured leg by holding it up slightly from the ground. "Hello stranger I am Ysabel l- a mare of the Ridge." Opps she almost introduced herself as the lead. Her head shakes lightly, but it was unlikely he would know what she was struggling with. A snort escapes her lips as she shifts her weight, wincing from putting some weight on her leg as she adjusts. Her eyes raise to him again before she speaks loudly from the distance she stands in front of him."As you can see by my wounds times are tough here on the islands so I warn you my stallion won't be so inviting when he finds a stranger on our land." Ack she called it our land. That was okay, right?