Vanya grazed quietly near her twins, one ear twisted to follow their playing. They were growing quickly, which was good. Feeding two rambunctious children had taken more from her body than she was willing to admit, and only near constant grazing (a luxury she previously never afforded herself, even in pregnancy) was keeping any sort of weight over her svelte frame. She supposed that she should be thankful for the easy removal of the lingering baby weight, but she mostly just felt tired. So tired.

Nyimara's proclamation had shaken the herd, but when their enemies did not immediately appear on their doorstep, things had settled down closer to the natural ebb and flow of Paradise. Vanya still made sure to take extra precautionary loops around the territory - both to retone her shapely body and to wear off some of the excess energy from the children - but had begun to edge closer to the herd more often. Rougaru's more constant affection had helped to wear away her doubts regarding her worth to the silver stallion, and she was more willing to suffer the presence of the herd on a daily basis. With Monster growing ever distant, it seemed more important than ever that she make her presence known on the off chance that the fierce tobiano mare was planning something.

Her attention flicks automatically to Rougaru as he appears, and she hides a pleased smile at the sight of him. There was something about watching her wolf-king that she would never tire of, even when he was his worst. Perhaps that knowledge should worry her, given the history and context of their relationship, but his current affection outweighed any cautionary tales.

He was hers, and now he knew it too.

She hums warmly as he sidles alongside her, and can feel the flush of the coming season whispering in her veins. It was not yet time for that, nor was she even certain that she would welcome the press of his broad frame atop her own this coming Fall. Four children in four years was approximately four children more than she'd thought she'd ever carry, and she could feel the exhaustion deep in her bones.

Still, she thought to herself as his powerful body aligned perfectly against her own, he makes a strong argument. Tauntingly, she raises her muzzle from grazing position by trailing her lips up his nearest foreleg, and pulling away only reluctantly when she reached his chest. "My King," she murmurs warmly, a wicked grin spreading across her pale lips. She would never grow tired of hearing him lavish her with her title. Nor of feeling his caress - rough though it was - on her body. The slender mare leaned into the scrape of his teeth, and lashed him with the strands of her tail in answer until he pulled away to speak again.

They both grow more serious as he explains why he'd come calling earlier than usual today, and she casts a thoughtful glance back at the foals. A break sounded amazing, but it was also opening the door for Titania to get her deluded hands back on the boy, which was not something she was particularly willing to permit. The flattery that follows earns a smile from her, and she turns her catlike gaze back to him with a low chuckle. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

She hummed thoughtfully before tilting her head coquettishly, appraising him with languid appreciation. A break from motherhood and a chance to do something different? "What did you have in mind, my King?"