A single dial twitches amid the mass of cream and caramel colored tresses that cascade haphazardly down the slope of his muscular neck. Depthless multifaceted eyes gleam in the bright sunlight as the stallion regards the mare before him. Her words are full of disdain, but he cannot be sure that the disdain in her voice is directed solely towards him. There is something in her voice when she regards herself as the former queen that has perked the interest of even the wolf beneath his skin. "Oh come now Zjeena, Liland may have lost a few battles but surely he would not replace you so quickly." he responds, an impish smile playing upon his lips. She was a proud mare, one that surely took no pleasure in being treated as a playing piece for competing stallions. However, where he came from, such was the life of a mare, lead or not. Proudly he lifts his crown a bit higher, noting the protective manner in which she hovers over the two foals. The beast hated competition. In its mind, any male foal of another should be ripped apart and left for the crows as quickly as possible. Rougaru however, could not bring himself to be so cruel. Despite the hard exterior he portrayed, and the vicious almost lupine behavior he tended to exhibit, he loved foals. Perhaps it was because he had never really been given the opportunity as a child to play, perhaps it was because father had taken a special interest in him from that start and never was he given the opportunity to grow and nurture the way others did. Whatever the reason, the big brutish stallion felt his heart of stone and ice begin to soften at the sight of young ones... even those that were not his own.

Long tail flicks idly against muscular flanks as Rougaru gives the mare a sideways glance. "I have no intentions of harming your children." he remarks flatly, tilting his head a bit to get a better view of them before turning his gaze once more to their mother. She, like the others, had taken a keen interest in the word of a large snake. Such a large predator could mean trouble for the young ones and well, any concerned mother would be sure to keep a close eye.

She seems to relax a bit, as though his warning were some sort of encouragement and he had no interest in making her time here miserable. His fight was against Liland after all, she just happened to get caught in the crossfires. He shifts his weight from one hind to the other, his feet shuffling beneath him as he jerked his head towards the green expanse that lay just beyond the white sands. "This way little former queen, let me introduce you to your current home. Im sure your foals would prefer a nice soft bed of cool foliage over these hot sands anyway." he adds, giving his proud head a toss and circling the mare and her two children, nudging them towards a more easily protected part of the island. He did not mind lingering on the shores himself but well, call it the stallion in him, he preferred it when the mares did not linger here... too much temptation. "What have you named them?" he asks, doing his best to keep the conversation amiable.