Rougaru does not miss the tension in Solomon’s skin, nor the worry and disarray that shines in the stallion’s dark eyes. Though he holds his head high, there is still an air of self-proclaimed pride that gleams in his eyes as he registers his corrected title. ”King of Tinuvel….” Rougaru repeats, letting the title fall easily from his lips despite the sting it left on the wolf’s tongue. How more convenient it would have been if he could have thrown the title of King of Atlantis back to the painted stallion, but that was not the way the dice rolled and for now Rougaru was content with his exchange of power with Faolain. Though things were once tense between them, they had settled easily into a sort of terse friendship. ”Congratulations is in order then I suppose.” he continues, giving his thick skull a toss to rid his vision field of the cream and caramel forelock that seemed determined to settle there. Muscular haunches shift as the large stallion settles into conversation, relieved to find that despite Warsaw’s demise, the new King of Tinuvel had no intentions of rendering the long standing alliance that had remained in place between the two islands.

However, as the northern stallion begins again, arriving at the real source of his visit, Rougaru finds that inner part of himself once more at odds with the wolf. Ivory fangs flash behind closed lips as the wolf peels back into a defensive snarl. The description that Solomon offered left Rougaru with little doubt as to who he meant. Though surely there were plenty of pretty golden mares with exotic tongues that roamed the lands between the islands, Rougaru himself knew without a doubt that Solomon meant the mysterious beauty that he had eagerly brought back to paradise and shared a lover’s embrace. She did leave a memory that was not easily forgotten.

While the wolf wanted nothing more than to defend the beauty as his own and send Solomon off to his winter wonderland with his tail between his legs, Rougaru himself could not bring himself to that. After all, Solomon was an ally even if it had merely been an arrangement created by Warsaw.

Reassurance built beneath his bones as the warmth of Monster’s body brushed back and forth against his own with each breath that she drew into her body. Chocolate ears flex backwards amid the tangled weave of his mane as proudly the island stallion lifted his head. Multifaceted eyes of emerald meet Solomon’s evenly as he speaks, silencing the wolf without a word between them. ”I have seen her… your Cicek, though I did not know her name until now.” he continues on, pausing to shuffle the weight of his body once more. ”She found me in the meadows, feverish and disoriented. I could not scent another on her skin or I would have seen her home.” he continued on, his long tail flicking idly against his hip, brushing against Monster’s in passing. ”She stayed here with me for some time, the weather here seemed to ease her illness. I have not seen her for some time now though. Perhaps she has returned to Tinuvel?” he inquires, blinking a lazy gaze up at Solomon..