A nicker catches the attention of both mother and child. Isabel's tiny ears perk straight up on her skull and her eyes find the source of the noise. She begins to race towards the mare, but Ysabel takes a quick step towards her daughter with teeth bared. The dunalino filly comes to a quick stop before galloping over to her mother and taking a spot closely beside her. Ysabel turns her attention to the larger mare who was now walking towards her. Ysabel's ears bend towards the black and white mare who greets them. "Hello Elvira." Ysabel says the words in a nice enough tone, but she was sure the mare might be confused at how she demanded her daughter not approach her alone.

"Excuse my behavior, but some horses here have caused me to be on edge." She explains herself with eyes turning to her yearling filly who shared her glance. "This is Isabel de Ernesto, my daughter." Ysabel speaks with a smile at her young foal before her skull raises to look upon Elvira. "My name is Ysabel de Zevulun, but just call me Ysabel." She gives the mare a proper introduction of her name just as Warsaw had thought her to. Ysabel takes note of the mare's pregnant belly. She was obviously with child, but not as far along as she was herself. "Will this be your first foal?" She asks the mare this, but she knew it was doubtful.

Elvira was older than herself and Ysabel was obviously not a first-time mother. She suspected Elvira was experienced in the way of child-rearing more so than she was.