Rougaru felt the changes on the wind, as though the coming season itself were there to herald the coming war. For so long he knew the tensions that irked Warsaw about the forest queen, knew of her constant rebuke and that it seemed such sickness was beginning to spread. Now the Dunes heralded yet another would be queen hellbent on ruling the island as a stallion. While it irritated him, it infuriated Warsaw. He understood the gray stallion's distaste, but not enough to go on an all out war... at least, not without reinforcements. He knew from his conversations with Warsaw that the forest queen held a heavy alliance with the copper stallion of the prairie. While he was not about to voice his reasons aloud he knew that there was unfinished business that lay between he and the Prairie king. He had stolen Celestria after all.

A knowing smirk ghosts across his ash dusted features as Bjorn appears, proud head tilts towards the smoke colored stallion, "Greetings Bjorn, how is my darling daughter treating you? Well I assume." he inquires. The girl was curious by nature and he knew that she would keep him on his toes... after all, she was not one to bend willingly.

However Warsaw addresses them and bring the attention back to the reason for their initial visit. Ears stand at attention now as he meets the gray stallion's steely gaze with his own emerald eyes. Thick tail flicks idly back and forth as Warsaw comments on the foursome that had gathered here. Putting to words the thoughts that cross his own mind. Indeed their were a fearsome bunch. Alone they would make a match for any number of opposers but together, fighting towards a common goal... once more the thoughts of putting the entire island chain beneath his control spark to life. With these stallions... it was a possible dream.

Warsaw continues on, voice aloud what Rougaru was already aware of. His hard gaze turns to each and in turn Rougaru also follows his gaze, dipping his proud head when Warsaw settles his eyes upon him. "Persephone is not the only mare trying to accomplish what we know only a stallion can do. There are others that will no doubt rally to her aide. The Peak women fight for acknowledgement. Another in Salem has proclaimed herself ruler and no doubt will aide the forest queen in this battle." he begins, pausing a moment to let his words linger between them. "It will not be so simple as defeating one... there will be many who think them strong enough to rise to the occasion. My herd is with you. My mares fight with the strength of hardened stallions." he says turning his gaze away from Warsaw now to meet Cullen and Bjorn's eyes. A single brow raising expectantly.