Far from finding peace in the calm scene that lay before her, Siobhan found only chaos. This beach was where she had watched Bjorn treat that small Icelandic mare so roughly that she'd questioned her loyalty… but it was also the same beach that she'd walked with little Sigurdr when she had first arrived. She had said her goodbyes to Bjorn for what she thought was the last time here, and had cried tears of relief when she'd made landfall with her infant twins so many years ago. Here, she had frozen in fear when the Lagoon came for the children, and mourned the loss of the Lagoon stallion that she'd killed in the ensuing battle. This land was so full of memories that it seemed to be bursting at the seams, stretching her heart to it's limits

Thankfully, the good memories outweighed the bad for the most part. There were some places she still did not venture for fear of the pain those memories brought - the scene of Hades' attack, the small clearing in which she'd first admitted her love to the Bera Konung - but avoiding them had become second nature to her.

As if summoned by thought of his crimes, she turned toward the onrush of a familiar golden stallion with a heart that sunk rapidly to the pit of her belly. "You," she snarled, her frostbitten ears pinning into the tangles of her chestnut mane. Siobhan was a mare that found hatred hard to find and harder to keep, but Cullen was a special exception. Aside from Aranck and Nyimara, he was one of the few creatures she had reason to want dead.

Her head lifts, intending to call out for someone, anyone, but his statement cuts her off and her blood runs cold. I have a message from your daughter, he proclaims proudly, and while she wants to deny the possibility, a few things occur to her simultaneously: Roisin was here, however temporarily, and more importantly, he smelled of her eldest daughter. Worse still, she could see strands of her child's black tail caught in the stallion's mouth.

Siobhan's jaw snaps shut before any sound escapes it and her jaw clenches tightly, giving the golden villain room to speak more. None of it made immediate sense to the chestnut mare and she glared at Cullen with flattened ears. What did her estrus have to do with Roisin's safety? And how had he gotten in here undetected? Or managed to take her daughter? The recent memory of Tyr sweeping in and taking Roisin from them all was fresh and lent credence to his threat, causing her to give his statements some leverage against her.

"What have you done to my daughter?" She snarls, wishing that she could fend him off herself. She knew that she was not strong enough to take him on seriously, but she also knew that he was not above murdering her or her daughter if she didn't act fast enough. Hades had been an innocent colt that Cullen had had no reason to attack, and yet he still bore scars as a testament to his cruelty. "What do you want Cullen?"