She couldn't stand it any longer. For days, a week even, she watches Nyimara flaunt her new position. She hears tall of the mare's strong action to get the foal back, but no one had yet to go to the Lagoon. She may not be all the way healed, but she'd be damned if she let her child sit in the Lagoon all winter. She needed to act fast before the snow began to drop and the Ridge children were focused to learn how to deal with the cold by themselves.

By this time, Ysabel's belly was starting to round with her third pregnancy. Her limp was still there from Cullen's attacks weeks ago, but her pain was much better managed now. Even her wounds from fighting Nyimara were almost gone. She wouldn't let any of this stop her from going alone if she must while the herd bickers about how they will save the children. Action was the only thing that could save them. The ivory crowned mare makes a throaty call to Bjorn, and anyone who was listening, before her body plunges into the sea. She swims towards the Lagoon and emerges onto a small secluded beach she remembered finding a couple years back when she used to visit.

Ysabel notices how empty the place seemed, but she kept her guard up as she walks through the swamp. Finally, she comes upon the violent scene unfolding in front of her daughter and Sigurdr. She takes the opportunity of the stallions fighting to sneak towards the group of mares and foals. As soon as Isabel spots her mother she leaves Sigurdr's side for the warm embrace of her dam. She sobs silently into her mother's chest as Ysabel lips at her forelock. "Shh it's okay. I'm here now." There was no way she was leaving them behind. She would fight until her dying breath to save Sigurdr and Isabel.