It's only now, with the immediate danger now passed, that the red mare considers what other ramifications her actions may have had. She does not know who the mother of this colt is, but she is aware that there are plenty of others roaming around here, children to mares she does not know. She can only imagine that she's thwarted the child of Bjorn and his lead mare, and who knows what may come of that. Her ears flick uncertainly until the grullo stallion steps forward, away from Belikov and toward his son.

She had noticed how the young colt had gone to her claimer for protection when he was threatened, and she takes this progress for what it was. It was not perfect perhaps, but it was a far cry better than when they had started conversing.

Siobhan trades places with the stallion, touching his shoulder briefly in passing before taking her place next to Belikov. She can't help but be a little bitter than things were ending this way. Not only had it been nice to chat with Bjorn, as usual, but it helped her to imagine what spring would be like, when they were a real family. She would have loved to get to know Askold as well. Would have encouraged the two colts to play and to make friends, but the moment has clearly passed.

She watches them for a moment before looking to Belikov again, a small smile touching her lips but not her eyes. "I'd like to meet your mother, Belikov. Is she around?"

Siobhan wanted to give them something to do, anything other than standing around on this beach and lingering on what had just happened. If Askold was going to be walked off, then so would Belikov.