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The wolf was not yet settled. His loss to Liland had only fueled the hatred that burned like a slow fire, its embers steadily growing hotter and more intense as the seasons changed. He knew he should have waited, given his body more time to heal from the hard blows dealt by the war but then, he had seen her eyes. Zjeena had changed in that moment, overwhelmed by anguish and sorrow and guilt. He had thought the plan foolish from the beginning but she was determined to stay true to her word. Only neither of them knew that her word would bring her to the point of sanity.

He was not ready to return home yet. He did not dare to face her with sombering news. Liland might be willing to crush her spirit but he could not.

So he took a detour to the main island. Though his herd was flourishing in the winter months when most of the world around them withered and buried deep beneath the layers of snow and ice, still Rougaru could not help but to seek more.

A familiar scent catches his nostrils on a passing breeze. A scent that he would not long forget. Multifaceted eyes of emerald green find her dark obsidian form easily amid the stark white background. Vasilissa. A coy grin plays upon his lips as he watches her. Already her sides begin to swell with unborn like but this time he knows it is not his. Their relationship ended quite like a wave upon the breakers. Neither victorious.

He moves towards her now, noting the pretty painted mare that she focused her attention on. A smug grin plays upon his whiskered lips now as the wolf growls. "Dutiful in your duties are you not Vasilissa? Such determination." he muses quietly as he comes to a smooth halt before the two mares. "But such manners! Clearly your king knows no better." he adds tossing his thick skull to rid his visionfield of the cream and caramel colored locks that tumble haphazardly over the flat of his brow. He is careful not to let the painted mare think his gaze over judgemental. He had full intentions of winning her favor, not running her off into the arms of Vasilissa's brute. "My name is Rougaru, Lord of Paradise." he breathes, stretching his thick chocolate neck towards her invitingly. "I daresay it is much warmer this time of year than anyplace else you will find. You can come with me there if you like?" he muses, his tone inviting.