Rougaru had watched with jaded eyes as Himena and her daughter turned and fled from the grasp of his outreached claws. He had forced himself to continue on patrolling with Annubis but still the damned silver mare haunted his mind. Their relationship had always been turmoil and though she always found a way beneath his skin he could not find it in himself to give her what she sought. He told himself when she first turned up on his shores that he would be content to let her go. Like a dove that had outgrown its cage he told himself that she was free to make her own path in life and yet, he found himself once again tracing back the trail that had led her to his home.

Ash dusted lips press together as his jaws clench in agitation. Why? Why was it he found himself once again following the sweet perfume of her scent through the dense jungle brush? Why was it that he imagined he saw her fleeting form dancing through the dappled sunlight that glittered upon the forest floor? Why?

Ears fall backwards amid the wind tattered ends of his cream and caramel colored mane. Multifaceted eyes turn to gaze upon the trail behind him, reassuring himself that Annubis was no longer following. He had spent enough time listening to the young boy droning on and on about the annoying mare and her equally annoying daughter, he did not need his nagging tones chiming in about Rougaru’s curiosity as he turned back. Luckily Akela had popped promptly from the bush and after a little convincing, managed to talk the silver buckskin colt into joining him on the main island. Any other time, Rougaru would have reminded them to be safe, maybe even followed along behind them to ensure that the duo did not get into too much mischief. And yet Himena was still on his mind and enough so that he found himself nodding them off and continuing down the familiar trail he had already crossed.

There

A scent. Immediately darkened eyes narrow through the shadowed light as ears lift and rotate inquisitively atop his head, searching for the sound of hoof fall through leaflitter. Paper thin nostrils flare as the gently blowing zephyrs bring with it scents unfamiliar and yet exotic enough to ring of femine flesh. Thick cranium cocks to the side as thick muscular legs move with a renewed urgency down the twisting path. An unfamiliar greeting rings in his ears as he closes the distance between them, his own jaws parting to release thick baritones of his own. His voice, though graveled in its delivery, is neither unfriendly nor is it overly inviting. If anything he was a fair bit tired of uninvited guests crossing his borders as of late.

Large head ducks beneath a low hanging branch as the large stallion pushes through a densely flowered bush. Dark eyes narrow on the delicate form of an obsidian mare standing almost expectantly near the border. From the look on her face, it was clear his home was not her destination, and yet there was something unfamiliar about her scent that drove him to step closer. Dark lashes blink silently as for a moment as the tall stallion observes the unfamiliar interloper. It seemed like his island was growing women like it was growing trees these days. The thought brings a wolfish grin to his whiskered lips as proudly he stops a cautious distance before her. ”Not exactly who I expected on my borders today….” he begins, cocking his proud head to let his multifaceted eyes roam shamelessly over her delicate figure. ”But you won’t find me complaining about it.” he adds, long caramel colored tail flicking idly back and forth against his thickly muscled haunches. ”My name is Rougaru.”