It had been some time now since last he received a visit from the mare of the Peaks. Ears swivel back and forth as he navigates his broad frame through the snow crusted foothills that led to the jagged peaks where the valkyrie mares called home. Paper thin nostrils flare as he inhales the cold crisp winds that buffet against his chocolate skin. Unlike many of the other islands, Atlantis never had any extensive snowfall and thus the need to a thick winter coat was not very high on the list. Standing now on the sparse hillock, fighting off a shiver of cold, he cannot help but think of the Tinuvel mares with their thick winter coats that now called Paradise home. It must be wonderful to have such a thick coat to fight the cold snows and frozen zephyrs.

However he is here on a mission. Multifaceted eyes of emerald green narrow against the blistering flurries as he let his gaze roam over the high peaks above.

He is careful to keep his broad appearance calm, tension void from his muscles despite the myriad of emotions that course through his mind. The peak mare that had attempted a raid upon his herd reminded him that it had been some time since he had worked to bind his alliances. Though he had a working relationship with Wasp, it was not much if the rest of the peak did not follow in her footsteps. Macabre had been a fearsome leader but her leadership died the day she fell in battle. Though they were many, the peak mares were without a leader and well, Rougaru was determined to set the bug in the right ears.

A loud bellow rumbles past his lips as the dark hessian calls for Wasp. It was past time they talked.