Rougaru has only visited the Peaks once before in his life and even then he did not quite understand what it was about the place that made the mares wish to stay here. He had come to see Wasp then too, but it had been a happy visit; this time it was not. Rougaru knew that Wasp held different views of the world than his own, and dispite Warsaw's war, he had always been able to see her as a strong mare determined to make her way in the world. Never would he forget the day she turned up on his shores downtrodden and crushed by her defeat against the lagoon boss. The wounds that had littered her body that day did not amount to the same that gripped her soul and threatened to drown her beneath the weight of the force. Despite his own allecience to Cullen through Warsaw, Rougaru could not help but feel an immediate pull towards the woman, a pull that time developed into something akin to the adoration of a doting father. He had watched his words sink into her mind and stitch together the shattered pieces of her soul. He challenged her to fight harder, to remember what it was that she fought for and she overcame it and even Cullen. Though he himself had not seen her since the war on Luthien, Rougaru found himself thinking of her often, thinking of her dark eyes as they had locked over Caesius... thought of the pain that lay unspoken between them. Deep down he knew, regardless of the feelings that burned to deep in his breast, this day was coming. And he was not ready.

He had imagined that Wasp or one of the other mountain mares would approach him first. From what he remembered of the last time he visited here, they were quick to intercept strangers whether for fear of attack or mere attempts to prove themselves as fierce as stallions he was not sure. However it was Vanya who appears first, and despite the delight that causes the beast to purr within the recesses of his breast, his eyes narrow. Vanya. Her delicable curves are amplified by the heavy swing of her belly. Her slender neck arches elegantly and despite the change in climate, she looked well. Pity. He had hoped that the stark contrast in environment might make her overjoyed to see him. He had hoped that she would come running to him, begging him on bended knee to forgive her foolishness and allow her to return home... however that is not what meets him.

He does not miss the knowing wink or the smug grin that slides across her face like a cheshire cat's smile. While the stallion in him fumed at the proud image she protrayed before him, the wolf found himself growling, its golden eyes alight with admiration. She had played her cards well and now he was forced into a situation that he had never hoped to find himself in. Not only had she run off, but she took Drogon with her. Drogon. Small ears swivel atop his skull as hard gaze lifts away from her to scan the hills behind her in search of the boy. Contentiently absent. Yes, Vanya was playing a hard game.

Teeth clench behind his closed jaws as the stallion takes a step towards her. "Afraid he will come home with me?" he mumurs, his own whiskered lips twitching. "How typical." he adds, his cream and caramel tail flicking back and forth against his thick legs.

Before he can continue on, Wasp appears. Emerald eyes shift to the dark woman as he takes in the subtle changes that her new role had lain upon her. Lean muscles covered her lithe figure, hardened by age and years of climbing the steep terrain. There were a few new lines to her face, but overall, the years had been kind to her. "Wasp..." he murmurs, a tender warmth glazing his fierce gaze. Thick legs bring him closer to her as his muscular neck extends to bring his whiskered muzzle towards her own. "It has been far to long since we have seen one another...." he adds, his warm smile fading as once more his gaze drifts towards Vanya. Delicate, perfect, Vanya.

"I am afraid my visit is not for pure pleasure. It seems that one of your mares has taken what is mine and I am here to retrieve her." he continues his ear tilting towards the painted dancer. "My child should be born in the jungle where it belongs." he adds pointedly, dark eyes gleaming..