It was time and he knew it.

Nova would be giving birth to his child, his sister to hers, and Celestria to hers. Everything was coming to a head and he was about to see if Celestia would birth a strong foal to silitify his alliance with the Desert. He was about to see if Nova birthed him a son to pass along to his cousin once it was weaned and he was about to see what kind of thing Sabela had created with the Bay stallion. Warsaw hoped for a girl.

It was late spring and he still was unable to find Nova. They had bred early autumn so he knew the foal would be born by now. Then where was she? He wondered if she had somehow snuck away from the Inlet without him knowing and had birthed elsewhere. Maybe she had trouble fairing the winter and died or escaped to survive. She had been a petite mare. He hoped she had just birthed elsewhere and couldn't brave the swim until the child was stronger. He didn't see a reason why she would be avoiding him so soon after their first meeting. Anything was possible.

His attention turned towards his sister and daughter who had bred later in the season, or at least he guessed Sabela had. He had a guess of where she might go to give birth and his paced quickened to reach her in time. He wanted to avoid Zevulun from seeing his child or perhaps even taking the child for the Bay. It would be hard to keep the child from him while Mariael stood Queen, but Warsaw had a plan for that. His pace quickened as he reached the border between the Inlet and the Bay. The distinct scent of birth brought him straight to her.

He peered around the large tree and laid mocha eyes on the peaceful scene of his beautiful sister and her new foal. "Good work sister." He says as he draws closer even though Sabela showed signs of protest. He did not care and presses forward until his nose was square with the little filly and his strong breaths ruffled what little mane she had. "How about we call her Ysabel." He smiles and so does Sabela. Even though Sabela was hoping to keep her daughter from Warsaw, she did like the name. Little Ysabel watched Warsaw with wide eyes and with the shaking of her body, Sabela pulled herself closer.

And the Inlet herd slowly grew larger.