The chocolate colored stallion watches in silence as the herd of the Bay slowly begins to disperse themselves from Zjeena's side. They had for the most part agreed to stay here on Paradise which had indeed surprised him in the beginning. However after Zjeena's moving story, he felt sure that whatever loyalties might have lingered with Liland were quickly disappearing. Her recount had been enough to want him to let loose the wolf upon the damned stallion once again, for good measure. Though he had a front row seat to most of what had transpired between the pale pale stallion, it was still hard to hear it again. Hard to see the pain that etched itself upon her beautiful features and the tears that fell from her dark eyes. He might be hard to handle, his characteristics more similar to the feral predator of the woodlands, but Liland was the real monster on the islands.

Fury burned through him, a fury settled only by the calm rolling of waves over the sands of the beachfront. Thick muscles ripple with each thrust of his hooves. Sweat gleams upon his coat, darkening his thin fur to a near black color. Salt water sprays with each powerful thrust of his hooves. He keeps walking. His mind raced miles from these shores, raced back to the Bay and the dreams of destruction that he hoped might come to Liland at his own hooves. The damned stallion deserved death.

A hard snort blasts past his nostrils, the spray of salt water tickling his whiskers. Emerald green gaze shifts to the sandy beach before him, suddenly aware that his travels have lead him into the company of others. Small ears shift to an alert position amid the tangled curls of his cream and caramel colored mane. Gnome is there. It had been quite some time since last he spoke with the stallion he had made beta that held no true interest in being apart of Paradise. Despite that though, the red and white stallion had been sincere in his duties to aide Rougaru in guarding the borders. The wolf wondered if he had somehow had a change of heart.

Hunkered beneath what shade the great palm branches offered, the heavily swollen strawberry patched mare that had joined closely alongside Pidgeon. The spotted mare he knew from his encounter with her in the commons, this mare... Grier, she was unknown to him. Even now, multifaceted green eyes staring at her, he can still picture the tears that darkened her cheeks as Zjeena told her story. He made his hardened heart soften towards the thickly furred mare and her state.

Another steps forward, a small chestnut creature that speaks foreign words to the winds. A single dial twitches in confusion quickly enlightened by the vague scent of Ironclad that still clung to her sea damp coat. She must be the one Warsaw's son had brought.

"Valka.." her name lingers upon his tongue as he approaches the trio his gaze lingering upon the fluffy chestnut mare. He does not know her extent of the common tongue, but at least there was one thing she did know and that was body language. He keeps his stance casual for all those around a single gaze fixated upon her before turning his attention to his beta and the painted mare. The invitation was open to Valka if she wished to join the midst.

A friendly smile is offered to Grier now as he dips his great head. "Apologies for the inconvenience, I suppose Paradise is a far cry difference from the Bay. At least you will not starve or find yourself victim to the wolves that haunt the island. he mused with a light hearted chuckle. Thick cream and caramel colored tail switches idly against his rump. Depthless multifaceted gaze travels over the red and white mare's swollen barrel still covered in thick hairs of winter. A wolfish grin miles warmly at her, "My name is Rougaru by the way." he adds glancing once more at the small chestnut mare before shifting his gaze back to Gnome blinking his acknowledgement in companionable silence.