Freya felt a slight tinge of annoyance worm its way into into her mind, her lips twitching as she kept herself from grimacing at the stallion's choice of words. "My mate was not above me, by any means. We shared rule over this territory equally." Part of her wondered if he was the type of stallion to hold onto the belief that only men could be dominant over a herd. Equality had always been the norm for her. Perhaps there was a time when the Islands had followed such a custom, but that no longer seemed to apply. Freya was grateful for that.

The silvery stallion introduced himself. Warsaw. A powerful-sounding name for a powerful-looking stallion, she mused to herself in silent appreciation. She might not have been elated about the Inlet's new leadership, but she could respect those who stepped up and took on the burden of royalty when no one else did. She could respect him for that, if nothing else. Yet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Warsaw." Her reply is simple, yet polite. Baldr shuffles forward a little, gazing up at the taller male with a gleam of awe in his sky-blue eyes. His uncertainty keeps him from moving forward any further, his anxiety staying his tongue and stealing any semblance of thought from his usually crowded mind. Freya was sure once he became more comfortable, he would no doubt be back to his normal bouncy self. It was only a matter of time before she would apologize for her son's rambunctious behavior, no doubt.

Curling her lips upwards, Freya continued their polite small talk. "Have you met Mariael yet? The queen of the Bay?" Surely he hadn't laid claim to the Inlet without someone taking notice? Mariael was a bright woman, and the presence of a newcomer would not slip past her so easily. In the back of Freya's mind, the pale word's mares echoed; she seemed quite determined to claim Tinuvel for herself. Now that Warsaw was here, that would not be so easy. The only thing Freya could hope to do was see how it turned out. She prayed Tinuvel would not fall into complete anarchy.