She had ever so slowly begun to settle into her new life in the Ridge. Everything still felt fresh and new, comparatively, but at least she had a rough outline of where everything was thanks to her little best friend. The thought of the precocious colt brought an absent minded smile to her lips as she grazed near the edge of the jungle forest. The openness of the beach combined with the shade of the forest edge was a perfect compromise as far as she was concerned.

Sigurdr had shown her much of the Ridge with Bjorn's help, and it was thoughts of the little foal that had started her contemplating having one of her own in the coming fall. The thought was bittersweet. She knew in her heart that she wasn't trying to replace her lost daughter, but there was a tiny part of her that still thought of a new foal as a betrayal of what she had once had.

A shout breaks the red mare from her reverie and she startles, flinging her sculpted head high and searching for the source of the disturbance. For a moment she almost convinced herself that she had heard something - but then the sounds of more muffled shouting could be heard. She warred with herself for a long moment on whether or not she should intervene before finally starting in that direction at a hesitant trot, eyes wide and alarmed.

However, when the shrill demands of her best friend came out, shock stirred her pale hooves into a gallop until the whole sordid scene came into view. She skittered to a stop long enough to take an assessment of the situation. A filly she didn't know was off to the side, nearest the giant Clydesdale stallion she'd had no chance to meet yet. The massive stallion was fighting another, smaller roan male and harsh words were being flung around.

Her amber eyes locked onto the small colt in the middle, being shoved around by a golden stallion who seemed to somehow be the mastermind of this all. Worry and indecision flashed on her face and she speed-debated on what to do. Siobhan wasn't a physical fighter by nature, mostly lacking the desire to hone the physical aspects of her body, but she had once upon a time been a mother. And it was almost impossible for any sort of maternal creature to flat out ignore a child's scream for help.

As she began to lope toward the group, Siobhan called out loudly for Bjorn and angled her way toward the filly. She wanted to make sure the unmet girl was safe before she got involved in the physical altercation with the colt. Siobhan angled herself between the stallions and the filly and attempted to drive the filly farther back, away from the chaos with a snake of her head.

"Leave him alone!" She growled, ears flattened to her poll and she slid to a stop, now much nearer to the palomino. "Sigurdr, are you okay? Get away if you can."

Fighter or not, she would put herself in harm's way for either of the children if necessary. And since it seemed that the Clydesdale was preoccupied with the roan, she was currently the only other soul in a position to try to defy the golden male.