The days were dragging on a bit faster now that she had Beowulf to take care of. Her pregnancy felt long, but this past week since her son was born the days seens to race by. She worried Rougaru might get too used to her being here and never let her go home. He still watches her closely, but he doesn't interfere much when it comes to Beowulf. Sanibel was thankful, but unsure how long this would last. She worries over what a son might mean to her capture everyday.

Her head shoots up as the Freisian mare and her matching colt move in towards the herd with a sense of urgency. The mare eventually stops and her colt settles, but Sanibel couldn't help but feel uneasy. It didn't seem right for Vasilisa to run from something or seem so anxious. Sanibel noticed she kept looking in the direction she came. Her pale nose aimed for the sky, but she didn't smell anything unusual except for the faint smell of blood. She worried one of them may be hurt.

She didn't like the mare's personality, but that didn't mean she wanted something bad to happen to her. Sanibel deffiently did not wish harm on her foal. The parents of the child didn't matter because he could grow up with a better head on his shoulder than his parents. It was doubtful given who would be raising him, but she could still wish it to become true. Maybe her breif interaction with the colt while she was still here could show him the whole world isn't a bad place. Vasilisa would not let her get too close, she assumes.

Sanibel leaves Beowulf with the herd and aproaches the black mother quietly and slowly as her son now sleeps at her hooves. She doesn't get too close, but close enough to see the red that painted one of her legs. "You're hurt." She says in a soft tone of voice. She tries to examine the wound from where she stood, ut she couldn't see much. "What happened?" If there was a threat around she needed to know to protect Beowulf.