A lot has happened within the first few hours of this war. Warsaw fled from the initial attack because it was getting too clustered, but he came upon the birth of his son Jigsaw. Three foals, possibly a forth if he added in that mystery colt, that were his and apart of the Forest herd. He was eager to find the whereabouts of that blind mare he took advantage of months ago, but instead he ran into Bahadir. He could smell the Dunes on him, as well as Shaydowfax, so he challenged the slim figured stallion to a duel.

Upon victory, Warsaw worked through the late hours to gather his prize and drag her back to the Inlet. They had a, well, discussion and he took an hour or so nap from his loss of energy. It was early that morning that he bid forewell to his Queen and her daughter. He swam back towards his army in search of his next knotch against the other force. His mind was on finding Hannah, maybe thr blind mare, or even letting this whole thing come to a head by finding Persephone. It wasn't exactly his intention to come across Echo so easily, but he has stunbled upon them so noisly that there was no turning back.

Dark eyes fall upon the black overo colt that nestles close to his mother. He knows exactly who this boy was, but he says nothing. The smell of the sea clings tightly to his coat, clearing the spots of blood that once marked his grey hide from the various battles the night before. His scent was properly masked just for this occasion. His head lowers as his nosetril flares in their scents. "Staying away from the choas?" He asks the blind mother in deep tones. Warsaw does his best to hide his usual voice with a much deeper tone.