That day she returned to Askold and Isabel like nothing had happened. Her foals still slept soundlessly while she was gone to her relief. Needing rest from such an eventful fight, Ysabel lowered herself to sleep just as Askold wakes. Her eyes rolled as the colt noses under her belly for food. He pushed his mother to stand so Ysabel had to snooze lightly as the colt pulls at her teats. She only got a few minutes of shut-eye before Isabel was up and ready for the day.

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She had spent the rest of the day staying away from the herd due to her weakened state. She was tired, hungry, and hurt so she took the day to try to tend to what her body needed. Today, was a different story. The family rose with the sun, ready to take on the new day. Ysabel was ready to come out of her hiding spots and announce to the herd her victory.

She walks along an upward path towards the top of a hill. The Ridge had many hills to climb, but today she picks one of the safest, but tallest ones. She limps with her fresh injured leg, but her determination was soaring high. She climbs to the top, leaving her foals tucked away in the jungle below where it was much safer. Ysabel didn't know why, but climbing this hill gave a similar high to defeating her arch-nemesis in battle. Yes, defeated. She reaches the top and kicks her legs into the air with a fierce cry. She was the high Queen. She was the lead mare, Bjorn's mate, whatever you wished to call it.

Most importantly, she has defeated Nyimara.