Askold worries if Kimber was alright as he swims next to his heavily pregnant mother and older sister. Kimber was a flightly one, always looking for adventure, but he dares anyone to stop her fun. Nothing bad would defall her as long as they were together, but part he couldn't be sure what the world would toss her way so he was worried. For now, his duty was with his mother so he stays by her side to protect her and his siblings on their journey to the Inlet.

Isabel sobs almost the whole way there because she was so torn. She didn't want to leave Sigurdr, but she couldn't live without her mother. She old enough to make her own choices, but she chose to follow her mother to the Inlet, her birth home. She wanted to see it again after almost a year of being away and she didn't want to be left in the Ridge with that mare. She was still afraid of Nyimara after what happened long before Askold was born. Askold, on the other hand, would be returning once he felt his family was safe enough in Tinuvel.

They reach the Inlet and are greeted by the grey Monarch King. He welcomes them all home and introduces himself to Askold for the first time and reintroduces himself to Isabel who barely remembers him. The group becomes more accustomed to the Inlet herd as days go on, but it was exactly a week since they left when Ysabel felt the time was here. She moves away from the herd, allowing her children to follow, as she moves back towards the sea. She finds a spot up the pebbled beach that looks more comfortable and soft for a newborn before beginning the process of birth.

It doesn't take long for the experienced mother to bring her new son into the world. She hears the thump of her body hit the earth as well as feels the release of pressure from her back end. A sigh of relief leaves her lips as she turns and begins to vigorously clean off her new child. The colt squirms at first, but the more he was cleaned off the more the boy settles down. His small eyes, the same shade of Bjorn's, find the sea and that is where they stay as his mother finishes cleaning him up.

"Haskuldr Björnson," she whispers the name to him first before announcing it aloud to her other two foals. Isabel and Askold approach their new sibling with smiles on their faces. Askold stands near them, but Isabel eagerly flips her white tail behind her and noses her baby brother's shoulder. She happily chatted away to the colt who just stares at the sea as if he was mesmerized by it.