Siobhan watches both of the males around her quietly, her attention quietly flicking between the two of them. Perhaps it was her previous experience as a mother, or perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones just starting to run rampant through her body, but she felt for the young colt. Despite his outbursts and temper tantrums, he was still a young colt dealing with emotions far too big for his young body.

She could remember when Laoise had been small and loud and excited, a filly with far more energy than Siobhan had possessed any idea how to deal with as a first time mother. Every feeling that had crossed her daughter's mind had been expressed fervently, with great passion and emotion. Perhaps it was this similarity to Belikov that kept her from judging him too harshly.

Her heart breaks for him, just a little, as he lays down on the ground. While most of it was likely just a combination of his age, she couldn't deny his obvious sadness. She grows even more somber still when Bjorn stretches out another offering of peace by unraveling a thread of his backstory for the both of them. Siobhan can feel his tension against her, and she passes her muzzle over the point of his shoulder to lend him her comfort.

It is from this lowered position that she catches movement from the corner of her eye. Another colt, this one red in color like herself but without the spotting, stalks toward their group. Her absorption of details stops here, however, as he is very soon at a dead run towards the colt that had just laid down on the hard earth. All Siobhan can really tell is that there is a murderous look on the foal's face as he rushes toward a colt that had just made himself about as helpless as one can get - short of rolling onto his back.

"No!" Acting on instinct, she rushes to intercept. Her hips brush against Bjorn as she places her far larger body between the onrushing colt and Belikov, and snakes out her head with ears pinned back in reprimand. Siobhan can feel him crash into her as she intercepts the act and it takes every ounce of her self control not to reprimand the colt with a few well placed nips. She'd love to give him a piece of her mind but would settle for stopping his murderous charge for now.

A hard glance is sent toward Bjorn, clearly asking for his input in the situation. While she cannot know that this colt is Bjorns, as he lacks the obvious resemblance that Sigurdr shares, there is a good chance that a young foal in Bjorn's herd, is actually Bjorn's child. And if not, well, she imagines that for a colt, discipline from one's father figure comes harshest.

When she feels at least somewhat settled, she turns her attention back toward Belikov to check on him. She is careful to keep her body between the two foals as protection, though she sorely wants to run the red colt off and force him to stay on the outskirts, away from his siblings, in time out until he cooled off. Worry colors her then, though she tries to stave it away. In one stupid moment, this one action may have destroyed every bit of the bridge they had started building.