She hates when he is gone.

Hates it because she is all too aware of how silent the Ridge is with him away, of how alone she is. Being alone used to feel like a welcome respite, a chance to regain her equilibrium after changing from a solitary existence to herd life so quickly. Now it felt like a prison of the mind.

She saw the foals taken, again and again. Saw Ysabel's injury. Osiris' death. It played out oin her mind like clockwork until her mind's eye was numb to the spectacle and only her heart bore the bruises of each new showing. It made her paranoid, forced her to lurk at the edges of the beautiful Ridge she called home to see who the next creature would be to cross the borders.

Bjorn. Sigurdr. An enemy.

Even now, the red mare dozed fitfully in the shadow of the jungle edge, dappled shadows adding to the spots across her back. A horrible hacking prompts her eyes to open and she looks sharply toward the ocean, only two see two figures emerging from the roiling surf. Bjorn, her king, looks well as always, but his companion looks exhausted. As the red mare watches, the small blue colored newcomer waded ashore as though the gods had tied ankle weights to her petite hooves.

Worry overrides the indecision and she throws caution to the wind to approach, assuming that if Bjorn was with the mare that the danger was minimal. This girl was no Lagoon lackey, and judging from the less than flirtacious look on her claimer's face, things may not be going particularly smoothly.

Siobhan whickers to the two of them before making her way closer, padding down the beach toward them, eyes roving over the pair. She catches the last bit of the stallion's words and a frown flashes for a moment across her lips before she replaces it with a neutral smile. "I'm glad to see you home, Bjorn."

It feels strange to not address him as love. The word sings in her blood as she thinks it, but she is not sure how the politics of his herd operate, or what impression he intends to leave with the small roan. She turns her attention then to the small mare, concern coloring the intensity of her gaze as she looks her over for injuries. "Are you okay?"

The red mare extends her muzzle slightly as she looks over the other, curious if this new mare was here to stay.