Oh how curious are the young. He nods his head gently as the boy speaks of a strange creature and the stallion responds with an amused tone. "Do you mean foxes? The ones that roam this island are mostly red in color, their tails are long and bushy and look to be dipped in white." he says pausing a moment. "They eat the rabbits and make sure that the little creatures do not overpopulate our island. It helps to keep the balance of life in check. They are small and no threat to us but their cousins the wolf and coyote could mean trouble. I have yet to see either on this island but if you listen close on a full moon night you can hear their baleful calls from the main island." he replies, his voice gentle as he sent his gaze to the eastern edge where just above the ocean waves he could make out the outline of the main island. "Perhaps one day I will take you there... let you hear their song up close. A single wolf of coyote is no danger to us but a pack... many... they could cause real harm. Lucky for us though their population is sparse."

Rougaru smiles down at Noctis, a playful grin tugging at his lips as the boy continued to speak, reminding the coffee colored stallion just how innocent youth could be. He asks how being in a hole was not safer and the large stallion could not help the rumble of laughter that shook his chest. His gaze is soft as he reached down to nudge the boy's shoulder gently. "We come from an ancient lineage son... we do not like to be trapped and what better way to become trapped than to enclose ourselves underground?" he turns his gaze back towards the horizon, gazing at the rising landscape that surrounds them. He takes a deep breath. "We relish in being able to see our enemies coming from a far distance... we savor the sounds of the forests and meadows and the freedom to go wherever it is that our hooves take us. We could never tether ourselves to a single borrow or cramped quarters of a home underground." he finishes.

He he spoke he watches the dejection in Noctis gaze as he began to complain about wanting his mother's milk. Now he was no mother, but he was fairly certain that if Vasilisa was denying the boy, then he was old enough to no longer need it. A sympathetic grin slides across his features as once more he speaks, "Come now you dont want that... its baby stuff... your not a baby anymore. Your my big boy. Time for you to eat grasses like the rest of us so you can grow tall and strong like me." he remarked, flexing his muscles beneath coffee colored skin.