Rougaru finds himself savoring the sudden change in Vanya. No longer did she bristle against his touch or allow him brief moments before flitting away on dancing legs with sharp words and vicious scoffs. Instead of purring her seduction, she leans into his touch and he feels the fires once again begin to rise in his loins, hungering for the passion that burned between them. His dark ears prick forward at the jest of her words, her playful tones suspicious and yet neither he nor the wolf can hide the smile from his lips. Hungrily he growls against her skin, placing a light nip on her thigh before withdrawing his muzzle. ”Never worry about that my dear, I shall never be tamed.” Of that she could be sure.


He calls for Drogon and Vivienne, as much to prove to her that the children she birthed had really come home of their own accord as to prove that his words were truthful. Her velvet soft muzzle presses into the concave of his throat, her lilted tones breathing against his warm flesh turning his blood ice in his veins. A throaty chuckle rumbles from his lungs as this time he leans into her velvet touch, fighting back the lust and hunger that begged him to take her beneath him again. They had all the time in the world.

But not now.

A growl lingers in his throat, silenced before it can pass his lips. From behind the large elephant ear bushes, Vivienne steps forward with the same dancing prance to her gait that Vanya carried. Close at her heels Drogon appeared, his gaze hardened. Suspicious flashes across both their faces as they take in the scene that unfolded before them. It was not the sort of greeting he had expected, but then again, Vanya was never the truly dotting type. Perhaps in the future…. But that would be saved for another time.

He watches silently as the interactions pass between mother and children. Emerald eyes follow each breath and turn of head until eyes fall on him for explanation. Inwardly the beast growled as Vanya turned the conversation back to him and he resisted the urge to snap at her for daring to make too many commands of him all at one time. It was he who was the King here, she only recently appointed and it was not nearly equal yet. Emerald eyes harden with a flash of anger that is quickly dispelled as his gaze focuses upon the two siblings. A warm smile spreads across his whiskered lips as he reaches towards each in turn, placing a gentle touch upon their brow before retracting to once more stare at them with gentle eyes. ”You two are free to come and go as you always have been.” he murmurs, flitting his gaze to Vanya with a single raised brow. ”THAT will never change.” he begins, pausing for a moment to give the command solidarity. Once more he turns his gaze back to Vivienne and Drogon, ”I have brought your mother home where she belongs. Together. She will be the new queen alongside Monster assuming she survives whatever it is Monster will have to say about it.” he adds with an amused smirk that was not entirely false. Monster was never one to play nice and that same fire burned in Vanya. It could either burn their island home to the ground or raise them up and set them apart. But that was one conversation that he was content to let the two mares work out amongst each other.

Smiling now, he turns back to Vanya, a wolfish grin sliding across his lips as he tilted his proud head towards her, ”Does that about sum it up for you… dearest?” he purrs, leaving teasing emphasis on the last syllables.