A figure appears in his path, but she was far in the distance. The only thing he could tell was the heavy white on her head and neck, and the fact that she was female by how round her belly was. The mare was obviously very pregnant. She nickers as she gets closer, the voice alerts him to who it was coming. He starts a limp towards her and chuckles as he notices her limping as well. The blood of the King runs stronger than most of them realize.

"What are you doing here?" He asks once she was in earshot. Ysabel sighs, but doesn't talk until she was closer. "It's complicated, but I might be in need of a home soon," she says with blue eyes on her uncle's face. "Leaving Bjorn? Seems your heavy with his foal so why now?" Warsaw asks with the raise of an imaginary brow. Ysabel shakes her head. "I don't want to talk about it right now," she says with a sigh. "Just tell me, uncle, will I be able to return here if I do leave." Warsaw nods his head.

"Of course. I wouldn't mind getting my trade back from Bjorn anyway since he failed on his end." The King grins, thinking everything was falling back into place. "I would rather my family live on my island anyway. Ysabel, you would be royalty here and protected by the King." The mares rolls her eyes. "Will your children be coming along?" He asks as the two begin to stroll through the Inlet. "Of course they will. Askold may stay behind with his father, but he wants to come to check out the place first before he leaves my side. He is such a good boy." A half-smile crosses her lips as she thinks of her red son.

Warsaw was slowly growing faster with each passing week. His wounds were now healing and he felt his strength beginning to return. Ysabel falls behind his pace as she limps behind him. There was a stench in the air Warsaw intended to investigate. Ysabel could smell the male so she quickly assumes it was a stranger by how Warsaw picks up the speed of their walk. A stranger comes into view up ahead, but Ysabel could only see glimpses on him from behind her taller grey uncle.

"What brings you to my shores, stranger?" Warsaw slows to a stop in front of the stallion as Ysabel catches up and places herself beside her uncle. Warsaw watches the grullo stranger closely without taking a single glimpse around them. His total focus was on the unknown stallion with ears forward and an alert posture.