"Perhaps that is because this place is already occupied." Asche answered flatly, ears slanted backwards in a weary stance of solidarity. His eyes regarded the younger man cooly, not yet aggressive, but certainly not welcoming.

It had been a morning the same as any other. The stallion had awoken within a secluded cavern, the air humid and close around him, pressing in against his pale skin. For a man who had an endless love affair with the cold the tropics were not a likely choice, but a tactical one: close enough to Tinuvel for him to stare at his childhood home whenever he felt the sore pang of loss, but far enough away that he didn't have to deal with the painful reminder of his past. Vaaco, the man he had met when he first arrived back here was also his next door neighbour, and though familiar with the ways of the isles it was a strange comfort to have a recogniseable face near by. Until he had built up a family of his home here, friends would have to do.

Besides, he could grow accustomed to the climate for the stunning view from the peaks of the ridge and the warm, golden sand that met the ocean by the shore. Predators were easy to spot from the lofty rock formations, though the dense jungle and bocage remained, for the most part, unexplored: there would be time for that as the herd grew in numbers and the need for space beyond the centre of the ridge became urgent. For a stallion not used to having responsibilities (at least not since he was just a boy) patrolling even the most basic of terrains seemed a mammoth task.

He had just began his final sprint along the shallows of the beach, distracted by the salt on the tip of his tongue and the short flurries of oceanic breeze when a foreign body hauled it's self from the surf, loudly proclaiming what Asche assumed to be an equivalent of nonsense.

And here they were.

He stood strong, legs square, gaze guarded - giving nothing away. "I would welcome you, but I don't know what intentions you come here with. I'm - well, apparently I'm 'fucking stupid'" he paused, one brow raised as he looked at the man with a feeble attempt at appearing candid; "- this happens to be where I live." He chuckled, looking the shorter man up and down and taking one step closer, not aiming to intimidate, but not denying his own nature. This boy, however, did not seem the type to back down. "I assume you're not here to cause trouble? Or am I being a cock-eyed optimist."