The silver bay stallion could not help but to feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at Medusa's reply. He worried for all his foals but there was something special about Medusa. Perhaps it was her mother's fierce spirit, or even the no nonsense way she viewed life. Either way he felt certain that Ironclad would have his hands full if ever he tried to force the jungle princess into something she did not want in the first place. Her scowl that Ironclad was not already king of Tinuvel made him downright laugh, his broad chest rumbling with the deep throaty sound echoed by the wolf. Multifaceted emerald eyes gleam as he nudges her after him in search of Monster. "Like you Ironclad is still young. I am sure Warsaw wants to make certain he is prepared to rule Tinuvel before he hands over the reins. Warsaw will not live forever..." he continues, his voice trailing. "Neither will I." the wolf grumbles in harsh inaudible syllables but the dragga ignores it. It is simply the way of life. There will come a time when even the bright sun of Paradise will shine upon his bones bleaching in the sands. He truely hopes that before that time comes, he will settle upon a suitable heir for the job. Perhaps he will do as Warsaw and split his reign between offspring. He did have two queens after all.

For a few moments they travel in silence, the weight of his thoughts weighing heavily upon his mind. Only when Medusa prances forward with a surge of adrenaline does he dare to pull his mind from his thoughts to gaze at the painted viper swollen again with his foal. A sly grin slides across his lips at Medusa's comment, thick banner flicking back and forth against chocolate colored haunches at what some might view as vicious behavior between mother and daughter. Rougaru knew better. Try as she might to fit that armor of steel into place even Rougaru did not miss the warmth in her eyes when she let her gaze fall upon Medusa or Zjeena. He was a lucky beast, that he knew. While it was not uncommon, especially as of late, for a herd to have several queens; what was uncommon was the smoothness with which the two worked. Many occasions Rougaru could not help but to merely stand back and watch in veiled awe as the two worked. Like one mind they could move through the herd, guiding here and there and encouraging even the most obstinate of mares into joining the loose ranks without much fuss. Her threat is vacant of the force that he himself usually met but as her gaze drifts to him in suspicion he cannot help but to chuckle and stride towards her with an impish gleam in his own dark gaze. "Me? Nooooo. Whatever might give you that idea?" he teases stretching his thick neck forward to nibble affectionately at a straying strand of her dark mane.

For a moment he remains near to her in silence, relishing the nearness of her intoxicating scent and fumbling through the thoughts in his mind before speaking them aloud. "Actually its a prospect of.... possibilities that we wanted to discuss with you. Ironclad came to me not long ago, trading off a mare that had managed to get beneath his skin early on in exchange for a continued alliance of sorts. Ironclad is one of Warsaw's heirs..." he continues letting his voice trail for a moment before continuing again. "He asked for Medusa to join his herd, as his betrothed and strengthen the weakened ties between our herds. I figured as her mother... the final say should be yours." he adds, tilting his broad head towards her now expectantly.