Golden eyes glitter as the wolf rises, hackles along its spine lifted as a deep growl rumbles in his lungs. In this moment the wolf does not not see the mother of his child. He does not see a prized gift of Warsaw his closest ally and friend... in this moment, he sees a competitor. An enemy.

Despite himself muscles tense as the chocolate colored stallion lets fierce eyes fall upon Celestria. She was never his meekest mare, but neither was she the most outspoken. She always remained like a shadow hidden among the green leafy trees that guarded the island from inquisitive invaders. Never did Rougaru imagine that at the first opportunity it would be her who threatened the empire he built for himself.

Her response to is words is simple, and yet that simple response speaks volumes with the venom that laces those words. She speaks his name with all the cold ice that glared from her emerald eyes. Ash dusted lips peel back in the form of a voiceless snarl as he takes a step towards her. He might have just released the wolf upon her then, let the beast tear into her throat and her blood seep into the white sands... if it hadn't been for her next words.

'I wont be forgotten' the words pour from her lungs with weight that hangs heavily upon his belly. He had been neglecting his herd. He did not like the reminder. "Its your father's war." he snarls, thick cream and caramel colored tail flicking back and forth with added agitation. He had not been the one to plan this war, it had been Warsaw's dream... Rougaru simply found merit in it and well, chaos was always fun in the wolf's eyes. A heavy snort falls past his lips as he gives his proud head a shake, resettling the heavy layer of mane that splayed across the flat of his brow. He would not apologize. Could not. It was not in his blood... teh wolf refused. "I have not forgotten Celestria. I wont." he breathes, his hushed tones quiet, not daring to raise his voice louder for fear of what might fall past his lips.

In that moment Noctis moves. All the pent up anger, the raw array of emotions that had swelled and swirled around the silver black colt now arose and focused upon the pale mare. He stepped forward with fierce anger in his voice, his thick neck arching as though he meant to tear her apart himself.

Rougaru was suprised.

Noctis had always been a quiet boy, a calm opposite to the outspoken and rambunctious Beowulf. He had been Rougaru's thinker child. To see him now, to hear and see the outburst first hand. It was unusual. An ear falls backwards as gaze draws away from Celestria and settles upon the half grown colt. He tosses his head glances up at Rougaru. A warm smile tugs at his lips as gently he reaches forward to nudge the boy's dark shoulder in reassurance. "Calm Noctis. Calm." he murmurs, his thick tail flicking over the yearling's back. "She took advantage of my absence... Of that I cannot blame her. But she knows it will not last. She will never rule this island." he murmurs turning his glare back upon her.