Fox. Cunning and sly, Vanya was the fox that stood before the wolf now with knowing eyes filled with confidence. The story she portrayed, though not entirely untrue, was not exactly how he remembered it either. A reminiscing smile worked its way over the stallion’s whiskered lips as he remembers how her slender form had curled around him. He allows himself a moment to relive the memories of pleasure and satisfaction he had felt time and again as he mounted her. She had not screamed in outrage or cowered like the doe-eyed mare that stood huddled at Wasp’s heels. ”I don't believe that those were my exact words Vanya,” he began, blinking absently at her as the smile fades and once more the mask of indifference is placed firmly upon his lips. ”It is hard to force the willing.” he adds, flicking his thick tail against muscular hips, leaf-litter fluttering to the rocky floor at his feet.

Yes, like a cunning fox Vanya taunted the wolf that snarled and clawed within his breast. More than anything he wanted to free the beast, to sit back as the monster took control and tore her beautiful body to shreds. Perhaps then his mind would be free of the memories of her. He had hoped that time and calculated actions might free the beast within her, that like Zjeena and Monster, the wolf would awaken and together they could share in the carnal pleasures that the creature summoned. Looked at her now, now he sees that there is no wolf inside her. The beady eyes and small black muzzle of the fox all but laughs at him. She thought she had won. She thought that her hand of cards triumphed on his own. She threw her cards out early, but his hidden hand was much more enticing and well, the cocky smile on her lips was intoxicating.

Wasp speaks now, and confirms the suspicions that Rougaru already knew were to come. Though he had hoped that the gap between their beliefs might remain carefully patched awhile longer, he knew that one day it would grow. Small ears perk beneath the thick mantle of creamy caramel colored tresses as Wasp’s voice breaks the silence that settles between them. No longer is the lilt of friendliness there to color her tones, but instead the indifference that he knew would come. That moment in the forests of Luthien had put a single nail in an already fragile coffin and today… Vanya… had managed to shatter that delicate piece.

The wolf wants to snarl its hatred and disgust. There had been a time when it had shown her respect and even affection. A time when it was his guidance and reassurance that drew her up to face the foe that again and again had beaten her down. The creature saw her words as betrayal and wanted nothing more than to rip their throats open and watch as their blood mingles and pools at its paws. Muscles tense beneath his chocolate colored skin as for a moment he stills, drawing his mind inward in an attempt to still the raging beast. NO. NOT NOW the scream of his mind’s voice threatens to spill past his closed lips. No. Now was not the time to act brash and foolish. This was what the fox wanted. Deep down he knew that why he might be able to get off a few deep gouges into Wasp, it would not be long before the whole gaggle of mares that called the Peaks home would be upon them. Like ants drawn from a disturbed mound they would descend from high to defend their leader and he could not blame them. Today, he was the intruder and the ground was far from even.

Shoulders roll beneath taunt flesh as Rougaru lifts his multifaceted gaze to meet her own dark eyes. Golden eyes of the wolf gaze at her now as his gruff baritones break the silence that built up like a stone wall between them. ”As you wish Wasp. I had not imagined that one mare would be your undoing. But….” he begins, giving his thick head a toss to rid his gaze of the long forelock that seemed determined to settle over his visionfield. ”I would not dare to try and change the mind of one I once called a friend. However, if you wish to have the whole of Tinuvel and Atlantis join the Lagoon on your borders… that is your right.. Ask yourself in the quiet hours… is one mare worth all that will be lost?” he finishes with a cheshire grin.

His gaze turns now to Vanya, the cold indifference firmly in place as he tips his head to her. ”Afraid your cage has less stunning views than the ones on Atlantis little bird…” he begins, a coy grin tugging the corners of his lips upwards. ”A cage is still a cage though I supposed. Just remember.. One foot beyond the borders here and you will be surprised how quickly the islands will be vying to return you to me. I am the wolf after all. he adds with a lighthearted chuckle before turning away. ”Take care of my sons. I shall see them soon enough.” he adds with a bored sigh before tilting his head towards Wasp dismissively. ”A fine day… but the winds of change come on swift wings.” he adds, a wolfish grin impish and playful upon his lips. ”Keep a weather eye on the horizon.” he finishes turning away with a final toss of his head.