This is the reaction he had been wanting. The sneering turn of her lips, the tension in her slender body as she stepped protectively in front of the filly, the hard ice in her two toned eyes, it was all intoxicating really. She snarls at him and he cannot hide the chuckle of amusement from his voice as his finely dished head tilts away from her so that his golden gaze can roam freely over her figure. Small ears tilt backwards as he feigns innocence with a shuffle of his feet. ”Come now Medusa… just because father packed you off to the first bidder doesn’t mean you should blame me.” he adds with a laugh his long dark tail twitching back and forth against his hips like a panther eyeing its prey. ”I mean the little one no harm, not that you will finding me jumping at the chance to babysit.” he jests again lifting his head a touch higher.

The sound of Lougaru’s voice breaks through the tense silence now and Annubis turns instinctively to fixate his fierce gaze on the same golden eyes of his brother. Dark tipped ears disappear beneath the thick mantle of his obsidian mane as the silver bay paint draws towards the trio with casual fierceness. Despite himself, Annubis finds his gaze drawn to the jagged pink scar that traced down the brown and white flesh of Loupgaru’s neck. Envy. Like a ugly snake it coiled around his own throat and squeezed tightly, if he had been on patrol that day then he would be the one sporting the bright scar. Whether Rougaru admitted it or not, the old wolf showed respect for Loupgaru that he no longer offered to Annubis. A fact that his half brother does not mind drawing into the light of the moment. This time, it is Annubis who finds his lips drawn back in a snarl, a single hind hoof stomping the ground in warning but it does no good. Lougaru approaches his sister now as though he were not even present.

Annoyance flames in his breast but the silver stallion merely shrugs his shoulders and lets an exasperated sigh escape his lips. Finely dished head is given a toss as he shoulders himself forward to stand beside Lougaru instead of behind him. ”Come now, we are all family here… is not a little teasing to be expected?” he adds, offering Medusa a lavish grin. ”I did not think you had grown so shrewd over there on Tinuvel.”

In reality, he was jealous. Medusa had been sent to Tinuvel as a queen and here he was nearly 6 years old and still stuck in his father’s herd. Of course he could strike out on his own with Vihar. The beautiful smoke and white mare that had returned home from the Ruins with him challenged him and no doubt she too would enjoy the idea of striking out to lead a herd. But that was not enough for Annubis. He wanted more. Medusa had been given a crown with loyal followers at heel, even Alpha as young as he was, was being trained day in and day out by Monster and Rougaru to one day take over. However, just because his mother was no longer of this world he had been cast by the wayside and neglected even if Rougaru did not purposefully admit it. At least that was how he viewed things anyway.

However Medusa did not need to see that side of him. Instead he allows a look of pure leisure to fall into place as his fluted ears tilt towards her. ”What brings you back?”