The wolf is patient as the recognition and flood of memories resurface in her mind. Dark colored ears perk as his name plays upon her lips. At first it hangs in question as though she is not quite sure he is indeed real. It is the same reaction he himself faced. However the news does not take long to wear off. Almost immeditely her face contorts in rage. Ragged ears fall backwards, buried beneath the thick mantle of obsidian locks as she snakes her neck towards him with accusations. They were not unfounded. He had joined in Warsaw's cause, he had come to Luthien ready to lend power and fear behind the gray warlord. His teeth had tore at countless bodies, his hooves pounded upon numerous forms and all in the name of a war he cared little for.

Ears fall backwards now, not in anger or rage like the fierce eyes of the woman he once knew, but in guilt. It should never have come to pass. A heavy sigh escapes his chocolate frame now, his sides heave in effort. The emerald green eyes that look upon her now are the eyes of a beast set in his resolve. "We all make mistakes."

Simple, yet truth. Rougaru could not change what he had done in the past. Even a past not so recently gone. He had come to Warsaw's command and yet even the beast saw it. "There was no point. Neither side saw victory only chaos and unrest." It was true. He knew it was true. Warsaw might fight against it but he doubted that even the seasoned warrior could ever truely deny it. Neither side had seen victory. Both had suffered tremendously. He and his mares had returned home alive but not one of them came away unscathed.

He blinks at Indira now, ears pressed forward amid the windswept tangle of his mane. Proudly he lifts his muzzle higher now, his gaze resolute. "I said you will find no enemy here and I mean it. My shores are open to you for however long you need them. However I cannot help but to ask, what brings you so far from Luthien? After the battle I would not think you one to leave where it is you call home."