The wolf was so stupid beast. Prone to primal desires yes but stupid it was not. He knew the mare baited him, knew it in the way she curved her body ever so precisely so that the womanly curve of her hip was presented with each swaying step she took. The fire in her eyes is wild and daring, taunting the beast with each venomous word spat from her lips. She wanted to push him, she wanted to shove him over the brink and Rougaru lets her.

The beast surges forward, no tenderness in his embrace only hunger sated only in his release. He wanted to claim her, to remind her that here he was king. He was the god she served. Sure the damned gray stallion had planted his seed in her but it would be him who brought the pup up as his own. Even now he can see the child at her side, spirited and wild like his damn. A suitable fit to the fierce pack that he had miticulously collected.

She draws away from him as he dismounts, her thick plumage snapping audibly against the silence that built up between them. A single dial tilts backwards at her veiled threat. For now. Once more the wolfish grin slides into place upon his lips. Yes. For now she was his.

Her next words are smooth in delivery but awaken him nonetheless. Dark chocolate colored skin is given a shake to rid the last reminents of salt water and sand from his coat as his own saucer-like hooves navigate his broad frame to her side once more. "I suppose it would be cruel...keeping you to myself any longer..." he muses, his husky tones playful as he brushes his frame against her once more. He uses the muscular curve of his neck to guide her, his whiskered lips bumping against the dark chocolate fur of her shoulder as he urges her onto the wide, well worn path into the dense jungle. "Unlike many of the other islands, winter is mild here, occasionally it might get cold enough for snow to fall but it is only ever a mere dusting. You will find fresh water in abundance, and plenty to graze upon including succulant fruits to sustain yourself and the foal you carry." he adds pausing a moment to place overhead at the brightly colored birds flitting to and fro among the branches, their squawks indignant at the horses passing. "Despite the turmoil of the other islands, Atlantis remains for the most part at peace. Bjorn and his herd live on the ridge there" he adds pointing his muzzle through the trees to the north. "Xiomara and her herd gather on the shores to the east. The rest is Paradise or as close to it as you will find." he adds a hint of amusement in his tone. He continues on now, pausing here and there to wait for her to follow. "The majority of the herd gathers along the southern end of the island. While the jungle holds tight everywhere, there at least is open grazing and plenty of it." he says ducking carefully beneath a low hanging branch.