Rougaru was not used to being the fatherly type, and yes, sure he did try, but well he never thought himself quite good at it. Hound had always taught him to be distant, that it was the mother's responsibility to raise the foals and his to protect and guard them all. Grant it he knew that this must not always be true, because father took a special interest in him from the very beginning but he was determined to let the foals be foals before the real work began. Beowulf whimpers once more before with a reluctant sigh nurses hungrily from Celestria's side. Rougaru had made some mistakes in his lifetime, but so far, he was quite proud of his foals, even if Beowulf was a product of rape... it just goes to show that well he was good at getting his way.

A proud smirk slides across his whiskered lips as his emerald eyes fixate upon Celestria. She tries to reassure him that she would raise the golden paint colt into something he could be proud of and without thinking he could not help but to respond, "Like you did with Solaris? Flipping her tail at the first thing male to cross her path?" he snaps, ears pinned backwards. He knew it was not fair to judge Celestria for that, but well, she did not just choose to produce milk. There was a foal. Shamwari's no doubt. The thought caused the beast within him to growl dangerously. "He is a strong boy, I am proud of him already... I am sure you will see to it that he continues down that path." he says, pausing a moment feeling almost obligated to reach out an press his muzzle against the pale skin of her neck.

He had wondered why so suddenly she turned up upon his shores, and had been about to voice that very question when she beat him to the punch. Her tones were not nearly as venomous as his painted viper's was, but the feisty jab was clear nonetheless. At the mention of Solaris and Warsaw, the stallion feels his skin begin to prick. If there was one thing in his life that he did regret, it was leaving Celestria to birth his daughter alone. Perhaps if he had stuck around then her so called current boyfriend would not be haunting every step she took. However, he had needed to fetch Nyimara. She was a clear example of what his presence did and well, while he was not overly impressed with his delicate boned daughter, she was not yet pregnant and firmly under his control. Solaris was still a bit of a loose cannon. Long cream tail flicks idly against his flanks as he gives his head a shake, "I'm glad to see that Warsaw values our friendship as much as I do." he says, pausing a moment to let his lusty gaze roam over Celestria's supple form. She was older than himself, older than the other mares in his herd but still she had a dangerous beauty about her, one that reminded him much of her sire. "Perhaps not completely unscathed but at least you are here where you belong." he adds with a snort. Of course he was not about to tell her that he had taken Shamwari's mare in retaliation. He did not need to tell her that Beowulf's mother had not let him mount her willingly, just like he did not need to know where her missing foal was. He doubted that Shamwari was the type of stallion to separate mother and foal but well... no he did need to know. Perhaps he could find something useful there. Warsaw did find the chestnut stallion a nuisance. "Did he keep it?" he growls, his tone dangerously low.