She was a brash creature. It was her nature. Bjorn knew that the day he invited her to his home. Ysabel knew that despite the tension and unease that settled between them. Nyimara would never settle. Even now, as she meets the pale haired woman at Bjorn's side with the same steady gaze that is returned. Bjorn's sister. Interesting.

Bjorn looks to her, his gaze still cold and unreadable, a far cry from the softness that had once before passed between them. The ache still hurt. Nonetheless Nyimara was ready. It was time to fight.

Kayalani speaks up, her unease clear even before she found her voice. Her words were wise enough, but Nyimara would not wait. She would move heaven and hell to return her son to the Ridge where he belonged. Sympathetically she extends her muzzle to brush the briefest of touches against the cream mare's shoulder. "No one will make you go. Stay here, we will need someone to stay behind and guard the other foals and the herd from wandering eyes. It would be wrong to leave our borders abandoned anway." she chimes, pausing for a moment before shifting her gaze once more to Siobhan, Lagertha, Bjorn and the rest that gathered.

For a moment she is silent, the words playing upon her mind as a heavy sigh falls past her lips. Proudly she lifts her head high, dark eyes blazing as she meets Bjorn's gaze. "I am the fleetest of foot. The ridge and its steep cliffs have become as easy for me to cross as solid ground. I will be the bait. I will goad and lure as many of them away as I can. It might not fool Cullen but surely it will fool some of his less intelligent lackeys. It should give you time to retrieve the foals. I can join you later." she finishes, stomping a single forefoot in determination. She would do it. She would have her pound of flesh.