Siobhan settled near the outer edge of the herd, still slowly adjusting to the change of living in a herd again. She had thought that she might miss the feeling of traveling and adventure, but all she found that she missed was the solitude of being alone. The endless miles and half-sleep from watching her own back did not beckon to her in the slightest, but she missed the quiet sound of her own hoofbeats.

The Ridge was beautiful, but it was not quiet. Waves crashed, birds sang, and the wind blew. Beneath all of it though, was the chatter of a thriving, growing herd that was in uproar. Tensions ran hot and Siobhan could feel the way everyone was on edge. Some, like herself and Elvira felt guilty for not doing more or being enough, and others like Ysabel burned with the embers of revenge. One face though, was new and Sio's amber gaze followed the silvered mare as she stalked through the territory.

The red mare did not recognize her, but something familiar niggled at the back of her mine. The lines of her body or perhaps the smell of her kept reminding her of the small colt she'd befriended on her first day in the Ridge. The memory of her best friend brings a wan smile of remembrance to her lips and she regrets anew all of the things that led to the bright heir's disappearance.

Sio is settled in place and assumes the mare is likely looking for Bjorn. Many seem to be doing so these days, for one reason or another. A new stallion. A new mare. Even mares that while not new to the Ridge, were new to her. She'd approached many of them, save the stallion. The Lagoon's interference had soured the company of other males for her and she lacked any wish to interact with them. It crosses Sio's mind that she should seek out the silver mare later, when she completes whatever her business is with the stallion that they each call their own.

However, she does not call for Bjorn. She calls for everyone as though her authority rivaled that of the queen and Siobhan's attention snaps back to her. Where was Ysabel?

Siobhan had not had time to form a close bond with the palomino leader of the land, but she'd seen nothing in particular that made her doubt the mare's capability. The kidnapping attempt had been a clusterfuck from start to finish, and the red mare still placed the blame for the outcome of the situation firmly on her own shoulders. As she stares at the unkonwn mare, however, she notes the fresh wounds and the tender way she carries her leg and a thread of unease makes its way into Siobhan's stomach at the realization of what may have happened.

Deciding that the best way to uncover the mystery was to approach and find out, she strides out of her shaded canopy spot to join the mare. Once she is within speaking distance, she dips her head in greeting and offers a mild smile. "I don't think we've met yet. My name is Siobhan."

As she studies the mare, she wonders what happened and where this mare has been. Where was she when the foals were taken? Was she, like Elvira, involved in the war on the other continents? Or was she new and needlessly hungry for the position Ysabel held?