Björn stands idly within the shadows of the jungle, his ears twitching as the sound of their battle reverberates through the jungle. It has been coming for weeks, the tension builds between the women, so he knew sooner or later this was bound to happen.

It seems just as quickly as it had begun, the battle is over and silence once again falls on the Ridge. A lone parrot crackles within the canopy overhead, just before it pushes itself into flight. Björn moves from the shadows, pushing himself toward where he had heard the last of the cries. His muscles uncoil beneath his smoky grullo hide, and tension rises in his chest. He does not know what to expect.

Glacial eyes sweep the jungle clearing and trace the trails that lead to the rocky cliffs at the top of the Ridge. There Ysabel stands, her stance proud and fierce... She has been crowned victor. He watches with interest as first Tavas joins her then shortly after Nyimara makes her appearance. With a snort, he launches into a ground-covering trot, easily traversing the rocky slopes.

"Congratulations for what?" he asks as he crests the rocky slope. He knew there had been a battle, but over what? He has yet to know.