Her child carried late this time, a fact which was more inconvenience than a true problem. In truth, Siobhan was almost entirely convinced that her baby was attempting to stay inside until their mother quit worrying about the impending visit from Tyr and his woman. This was… unlikely to happen. The more that Siobhan thought about the Lagoon's demands, the more infuriated it made her. While it had been a relief to learn that the bastard had only wanted to force Faolain's hand in allowing a 'visit,' that was as far as Siobhan's goodwill stretched.

The fact remained that the asshole had still torn an entire family apart and allowed them to believe that it was a permanent separation. He had ripped away a young mare and forced her to go to the Lagoon. And while it was perhaps not fair to pin Iscariot's absence on Tyr entirely, it didn't stop Siobhan from heaping that on the spotted stallion's shoulders either. The fear and terror and loss and worry that she (and her family) had endured as a result of his inability to simply talk about his desires was unforgivable and made her doubt every single one of his stated intentions.

It made her want to leave the Ridge entirely, although the very thought of doing so broke her heart. The Ridge was her home, and had been ever since she had arrived on the Islands; and yet the thought of staying here while the Lagoon bastard strode through smugly with his prisoner made her sick. She had no proof that Tyr's mare was a captive of course, but she didn't have to be extraordinarily bright to connect the dots. If he was willing to force Roisin to go with him, then she had no doubts as to his capacity for forcing a mare in other situations.

Tonight, the child lay crossways, pressing up against her ribs and making the deep breathing of sleep near impossible. It led her to wandering through her jungled home beneath the blanket of stars until her journey came to an end at the same sea-salted patch of grass that overlooked the lower Ridge beach. She'd spent the majority of her hours here under Bjorn's rule, serving as both sentry and welcoming committee to all comers, but her trips here had become rare as of late. With the constant threat of Nyimara and Cullen (regardless of his new, lower authority), she no longer felt safe when alone near the water.

But tonight was special. Something drew her down to where the water lapped at the shoreline - now much higher than usual under the weight of the full moon. And as her gaze slid apprehensively across the pale sliver of sand still visible beyond the hungrily reaching waves, a small white figure caught her eye. Perhaps later, when the adrenaline and excitement and grief left her, she would wonder why the Ridge attracted so many orphans, or why so many mares met their ends here.

For now, she had no control over the way her body responded. Quite before she was even conscious of her decision, she had already begun moving toward the spindly newborn as it struggled to make it ashore. By the time she arrived, the only remnants of the girl's birth remained on her coat as the rest of it had already been consumed by the waves. No sign remained of the mystery girl's mother visually, but Siobhan found traces of Nzingha all over the girl. From the way her tiny, fuzzy ears curled inward, to the way that her mother's scent lingered all over her.

Raising her gaze from the baby to the ocean at large, Siobhan found no evidence of the mother and her heart broke all over again. There wasn't even a body that they could lay to rest. A soft sound of dismay escaped Sio, but she compartmentalized her emotions so that she could focus on the care of the infant. Turning her gaze to the frightened newborn, she shifted into the icy waves behind the girl to provide support up the bank, out of the reach of the waves.

"Come now, little one, up we get wee one." Her voice was warm as she nuzzled at the girl's hindquarters in encouragement. Once they were once more on stable ground - the sand stabilized by the seagrass at the very edge of the jungle - she moved to allow the girl access to her underside for a drink. Meanwhile, she ran her muzzle across the planes of the girl's body to clean any remnants of birth and sea water while she busied herself in thought.

"It's going to be okay." She murmured to herself as much as to the filly. "I will take care of you, sweetie."

As if summoned by the thought of having a new sibling, her own child shifted and she knew that her own time would come within moments. Her body, now having birthed five children, wasted no time in hastening the process and she knew that she did not have long. Not willing to risk being incapacitated so close to the waves, Siobhan nuzzled at the girl's rump once more and encouraged her deeper into the waiting embrace of the Ridge's jungle. "Come now, wee one." Grimacing through a contraction, she gritted her teeth and raised her gaze to the jungle beyond. "It's about time we met your sibling."