As she stomped her hoof irritably at his probing nose, Rougaru could not help the wolfish smile that tugged the corners of his lips upward. Emerald green eyes glitter mischievously as he lets a loud snort rumble from his lungs. Drawing back the large russet colored stallion flicked his own long creamy tail, his proud head lifting high. "No reason not to make sure." he breathes a light chuckle rumbling in his chest as he shook his head. Even now the scent of estrus was disappearing from her skin, replaced by the strong musk of his own scent. Though it might still be wishful thinking, he imagined that already he saw the curve of her belly beginning to swell with his unborn child and the thought made his heart soar. Not only did he have his own herd that was growing steadily by the day, but soon there would be a few foals of his own running carefree through the white sands of the beachscape. Though not all the mares had welcomed him as easily as Vasilisa, they had submitted one way or the other whether they liked it or not.

Her sweet honeyed tones draw him back from his thoughts and Rougaru let his gaze once more fall upon the pretty black mare. She was not dainty and delicately built like the other mares that he had collected, nonetheless, she was exquisite in her own way with thickly curling raven locks and thick muscular form. A single audit twitches in amusement at her question and Rougaru lets his proud head dip ever so slightly in response, thickly muscled neck reaching out to nip her shoulder lightly. "You did come to my island on your own accord. Had you not wanted to stay here then you should never have made that swim." he taunts, his deep baritones playful, "King... god... whatever you want to call me, but Rougaru works just fine as well." he teases, flicking his tail against feathered hocks. "I would not necessarily call you peasant... but one of mine you have become nonetheless."