Rougaru is on edge. The recent raid by the Peak that had stolen Vanya and Drogon from him, and Rille's subsequent attack in retaliation for his theft of Titania was enough to leave him unsure of himself. Warsaw's defeat to Bjorn had left him reeling. Though he knew that his gray friend was aging, he had not expected him to be defeated. Warsaw's name had so long caused the hairs of suspicion to raise along the spines of others, Rougaru had only hoped that he too might one day become as memorable. Nonetheless, Rougaru had built a wall around his home, tucked his mares close and hide them away from the view of outsiders.

The turn of events lately was enough to make him wonder if this was the right path or if somehow along the way, he had lost himself to the recesses of the rainforest.

Ears swivel back and forth as the familiar sweet scent of Monster passes his nostrils, drawing him up short and turning his emerald gaze upon her sultry figure. A wolfish grin spreads across his weary features as slowly he approaches her side, his whiskered lips stretching to nip her flank affectionately. It had been far to long since he had spent some time alone with his painted queen. There was much to share. "I was wondering when I might get you alone." he teases glancing around them. "I figured you were trying to avoid me."