Though only Monster was the only one that he was certain carried his offspring this season, there was still a good handful of mares that were heavily pregnant with foals. The spirited Vanya among them. Though already the scent of her heat had begun to fade from her skin, he had taken the fiery mare beneath him and revelled in the pleasure that he felt atop her back. Day in and day out he watched her possessively as she dealt with the repercussions of her coupling with the damned gray stallion. Her proud neck still arched elegantly whenever she felt his gaze linger upon her, and that thick long plume of obsidian always seemed to snap just so against her rounded sides. She was a fiesty thing, and quick to demand attention from not just himself but anything male that she might get her eyes on. He had her now, but he knew her threat was not veiled.... how long could he keep her? Did he even want to be bothered by the hassle? Yes. He coveted her just as he did the others. They were the best of what the islands had to offer and by the gods if he would see them go to another less deserving like Liland.

Blood.

Ears stand at attention amid the curling tangle of cream and caramel tendrils as the large stallion pauses in his travel. Blood. Fresh and strong. Though there was not nearly as many dangers in the jungle of predators such as wolves that awoke with salivated jowls at such an enticing scent, there was still silent felines that stalked the high treetops and such a prolific scent would be hard for even them to ignore.

Nostrils flare as the stallion turns and makes a slow and calculated progression through the dense jungle, ducking beneath low hanging branches and stepping high over lifted roots. He has little worry, he himself has faced jungle cat and fierce snake but a pregnant mare might be game much easier possessed and not one he was willing to lose. A flash of white, a commanding tone and one that is far more familiar to him than the venomous snarls of the tawny cats.

Vanya.

Slowly he pushes through the last remaining ferns to halt near mother and foal. He blinks against the dim light, taking in the boy's dark brown coat and affectionate gaze of Vanya as the fiery mare gazed down at the foal she had carried so long. A coy smile tugged his whiskered lips upward as he halts a few feet from them, enough to give the new mother birth should she feel the need to protect her offspring from the large stallion. Quietly he huffs a warm breath into the space of air that separates them, ears at attention amid the tumble of forelock that settles across the fla of his brow. "Careful Vanya, you are starting to look like a doting mother." he teases, thick plume flicking idly against mahogany haunches as he takes a single step closer, multifaceted eyes gazing down at the damp boy curiously. "He looks like you. Have you decided on a name?" he asks shifting his gaze once more to the fiery woman expectantly.