It would be easy to think this colt was not the son of Bjorn. His deep red coat was nothing like either of his parents, but his scent was a mixture of both horses. His scent alone was the only indication of who he was. Ysabel wonders what he will grow to look like knowing the various breeds that make up her own body, but Bjorn seems to have a more distinct look. Would this red boy look like his father or the various mix his mother was? Ysabel would know in time because for now, but colt didn't look like either of them. She watches as Isabel and her new son meet each other, but the approach of Bjorn quickly changes her focus.

Instantly, she feels protective in a way she has never felt before. Sure, she felt this way with Isabel when Nyimara had attacked her, but never had she felt the need to keep a father from his child. She prays this feeling would pass. Could you blame her though? Bjorn had made a joke out of her complaints and her fear of being attacked again. Just because she had begun to stand up for herself and practice with others to grow stronger did not mean she forgot what this stallion has done against her. Her blue eyes instantly narrow at Bjorn with a glare that told him to watch his moves carefully. She was no longer a pushover.

She wants to snap at him as he pokes at Isabel, but somehow she refrains. Her eyes tell the story of her aggression as he draws closer to her. Meanwhile, the foals don't seem to notice. Isabel giggles at Bjorn and continues to nip playfully at her new brother who squeals and nips back. That was when the whole dynamic changes. Bjorn complaints their son, but as he says about names his body lingers closer to touch Ysabel's skin. This is when she snaps. A snarl leaves her and the foals quickly collect behind their mother, frightened. "You make a mockery of my pain and my daughter's fear and you think you can just touch me again? You have some things to learn about apologizing." Her white ears lay back against her skull.

She stares at Bjorn with cold eyes for a moment longer before finally relaxing. "You know that mare of yours tried to attack another mare of your herd, right? Tigerlily I think her name was. If she isn't careful your other mares will protest her leave. If she isn't careful I will make her leave." The tension in her body slowly begins to leave by taking a few deep breaths. She honestly didn't care with Bjorn thought of her behavior because in her mind she was protecting her young. She was protecting herself and her young from being laughed at and harmed. "I have not thought of any names for him yet." She says, changing the subject.

"I was hoping you had an interesting name from your homelands I could use. I like the sound of interesting names like your own." It was true. She was intrigued by his name and it was one of the things that had her excited to meet Bjorn in the beginning.