Now do not get me wrong, Rougaru was less than pleased that already the heat had dissipated from her skin. He had lingered with her there, nostrils quivering with excitement in the meadows as she flaunted herself around him and the damned gray stallion. He can almost feel the lustful eyes of the gray brute as he had purred his smoothe words and flaunted that rouge smile. Rougaru was slipping.

In another time and place, he would have simply taken her beneath him, to hell with the crowd that lingered. He would have savored the taste of her blood and skin between his teeth and the thrill of release that came with knowing it was his seed that drove deep into her fertile womb. The wolf growled. Its what should have happened... but it had not.

She makes no comment on the picturesque seen that lay before them, aside from a brisque grunt of acknowledgement. He hadn't expected her to. After all, she was here at his bidding not of her own. Not that the gray stallion had hung around to rescue her. She had lost her flavor. Too many mares trickled through the commons now, the scent of estrus heavy upon their flesh. She was damaged goods but well, Rougaru didn't mind it. She had a pretty little head and fiery eyes that rivaled those of his viper. Even if the foal was not his, there was always next year. He liked that idea.

She turns to face him now, ears backwards and eyes hard but searching. Why. It was a simple question, one weighing heavily with meaning and he found himself smirking with that same wolfish smile that fit so smoothly upon his lips. "Why not?" he purrs closing the distance that separates them in a slow, stalking steps.

The truth was for all the tooth and claw that made up who he was, the wolf loved pups, his own or otherwise. Call it unresolved daddy issues or not but he remembered what it was like, to be forced from the joys of childhood at a young age. Father had chosen him, groomed him specifically with the needs and desire to claim his crumbling throne. Of course it had not gone as the old stallion planned but in that strict guidance he had taught Rougaru something of pleasure and unbeknownst to the old Hound so had that desire for children grown. He had his fair share after all.

Chocolate skin presses against her hip, ash dusted lips grazing slow trails over the flat expanse of her barrel. It would not be long now, soon she would begin to show the child that had robbed the heat from her skin, but that did not stop him. "It could be mine... I could make it mine." he murmurs, his hot fetid breath lingering upon the cool damp curve of her sultry hip as jaws part raking blunt yellowed teeth across the point of her withers. He knew of course it wasn't, but it was not like he was about to offer that little tidbit to anyone else. He takes a step closer, pressing his strong shoulder against the warm curve of her rump suggestively. Depthless multifaceted eye gleam in the bright sunlight. "I promise you will enjoy it little dove."