Siobhan would have waited for Bjorn. Would have lingered for he and his sister, and the rest of the warriors, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something about seeing Ysabel's retreating back struck a chord within the red spotted mare, and with her own soft cry of anguish, she too plunged into the ocean. Even if it was foolish and reckless, she couldn't let the golden mare be injured again.

She stuck close to Ysabel and Elvira, not knowing the way herself. Thoughts of the two foals kept her swim strokes strong and sure until at last they reached the beaches of the Lagoon. Siobhan lags slightly behind the other two mares, her amber gaze wide and anxious.

At first it seems quiet, the oppressive humidity and heat of the Lagoon pressing close to her skin with unwelcome heaviness. She flinched at the sounds of branches breaking and the flashes of wildlife that dove away from the passing equines. Every moment she spent here reminded her of her failure in the Ridge, and while she was terrified, she could not let it happen again. If there was anything that Zjeena had taught her, it was that she needed to be ready for the moment, even if it was scary to her.

Finally they find them. The small figures of Isabel and Sigurdr are were her eyes rest instantly, and she offers a small sigh of relief that they are well. And then the reality of the scene trickles in. Another family, also with children in tow, appear to be fending off one large and very angry Fjord stallion. At first it seems almost as though they will be able to get away with the children as Isabel darts to her mother and Elvira calls to the princeling.

At that time the stallion changes course, and lunges toward the golden mare Sio had once called Queen. With her own challenging scream of race, Siobhan rushes forward at an angle, seeking to hit him shoulder to shoulder and force him to change direction with the momentum of her body and the ferocity with which she struck. White hot fury seethed through her veins and she realized that it wasn't that she couldn't fight, nor even that she didn't want to fight.

She had only needed to find a reason to fight.

With ears pinned into the auburn strands of her mane, the mare surges forward with teeth bared, seeking to take chunks out of the stallions face if she can. Her teeth snap together as she comes back to ground and she digs into the earth with her hooves once moare, attempting to redirect Adolfo's course of action so that he cannot directly attack the mares and foals.

Ducking her head slightly back in the general direction of Ysabel and Elvira and the foals she shouts, "GO. Now!"