Rougaru laughs warmly as Noctis curls his lips and remarks about how foul smelling Beowulf had been. Even he had not envied Celestria the task of trying to rid the scent from his pale skin. He gives his proud head a shake and turns for a moment to where Celestria grazed with Beowulf stretched out nearby in the tall grass. The boy did seem to enjoy stretching out in the grasses when the sun was at the highest. "Yes Celestria fussed at him for several days about how troublesome he could be. I think however the skunk taught him the hardest lesson though." he finishes turning his gaze once more back to Noctis.

He sneezes again, his voice gaining an octave as he complained once more about the taste of grass and despite the wolf's annoyed growl, Rougaru does his best to keep his voice even. He smiles warmly and nudge's the colt's black shoulder. "Come on.... not all grasses taste the same." he says shooting Vasilisa one final glance before trotting a short distance away. He leads the boy over a nearby rise, where a great white oak grew tall, its thick branches reaching high into the heavens. Beneath these protective branches, sheltered from the persistent sun, clumps of clover grew, their bright red buds standing out against the various hues of green around it. "This is what the rabbits search for. The grasses are a sweet delicacy." he murmurs dropping his head to snatch up a mouthful for himself. A single ear twitches as he waits expectantly for Noctis to follow suit.