It was the clashing of titans and the boiling of blood for no reason other than the sake of testosterone in the air. It is what they were made for, fashioned and purposed in this world for nothing less than this. No man regardless of size was exempt once the fires were lit. He had come back to these islands not to condone for past sins for seek forgiveness, but to seek the fire in his soul that seemed to have diminished as time passed away. Here, chest to chest and teeth to teeth he reveled in it all. He respected the golden boys determination. While size did not win all fights it was often enough to turn a charge away or serve more intimidating purposes, but there was no fault in the stallions stride as they collide and respect is quick to follow. The rush of blood in his ears nearly drowns out the brother’s protestations to their situation, his own eyes rolling with something close to amusement at the misreading of the situation.

He sees the rolling tension of muscles in the palomino’s form as he gives a final lunge and Bondurant is quick to respond in time. Once more the two bodies clash, even rising slightly off the murky loam so much was the force of their meeting before they disengage. He stands slightly, his sides heaving lightly as the adrenaline fades from his thick form and as the brothers quarreled his emerald eyes turned to the dark woman who was hurriedly making her way towards them. He shook he thick head in disbelief that she would feel the urge to track them down. Yes he had sired the child she carried but he was in no state to be a father. How often he wished his heart was harder.

His attention reverts back to the golden boy who must in some form be a leader of these lands to have greeted him so. His large ears turn forwards, listening to his clipped words both true and blunt might turn some away but his kind appreciated honesty in any forms; even when it wasn’t so pleasant to hear. His thoughts are quickly confirmed as he continues on, the sleekness of his coat seemingly mirrored in his words somehow. He huffs quietly to himself when the speech is finished, if this is the path he has chosen he cannot waver. “Man nahme is Bondurant,” he drawls finally, the words meticulous if not clouded by his accent. “Ef a soldier is what yer needin’ ahm yer man, but yer mistaken ‘bout me startin’ a family. Ets true ah contributed to ‘er condition but ahm as surprised es you that she’s here.”

He casts a pointed look to the dark mare, confusion and questions within his bright green gaze but it was not the place for such things, hopefully she will realize this. She speaks on her own accord then, his ears giving a surprised twitch that she is willing to be so forthright in the presence of stallions. Most women would have shrunken back and waited, but she had fire he could see. At her name, a piece of information he had not gained until now, his ears perk forward again paying the utmost attention as the continues on. “This is not the place for raisin’ children,” he finally says to her, his tone deep as the tries to convey the seriousness of the entire situation. He knows she is new her, no previous knowledge of the Lagoon or its nature. Perhaps he should have told her the stories despite his own disbelief, but he expects she would not be easily turned.

With a sigh he turns back to Rade and his brother. “Ah will fight for you, my blood on the ground will be mah payment if you allow ‘er to stay for this short time. Ah have had too many families over this lifetime to manage another.” he says with a pointed glance at the woman before staring in to the golden gaze of the Boss. They all awaited his verdict.