Rougaru was still confused as to how the twins had come into being. He had been once again, preoccupied with patrolling the borders along paradise when Vanya had gone into labor and it was not until hours after they had been born that he had finally found them. The protectiveness with which the jungle queen stood guard over them had confused him. Always she gazed at her children as nuisances, parasites that weighed her down and sucked the life from her as repayment for nights of glorious passion. It was not uncommon for mares to give birth to twins, of this he knew. But himself, he had never birthed a set of twins and while he knew that he should be elated at the idea of having a pair after so many years, he could not help but to feel almost apprehensive and suspicious. Vanya has been pregnant before, so pregnant with Drogon that he thought at one time that she might pop. However, this last pregnancy had not been nearly as fierce for her. Part of him whispered that perhaps her womanly figure had simply gotten used to the idea of carrying offspring, but then again…

Nonetheless, he had an agenda and he would not allow wayward thoughts to distract him. Hunger burned in his emerald eyes as her lips trail along the length of his foreleg. Her warm breath against his chest causes his own breath to catch in his throat as he lets a throaty growl rumble in his lungs. Oh how he wanted to spend a few more hours alone with her, to savor the turn of the tides and the flourish of affectionate attention that she showered upon them. The fire and fuel still burned deep within their relationship but instead of fighting against one another, these days saw a very different side to their relationship. However even in his age, the wolf did not allow himself to fully trust her, at least not yet.

She tilts her head towards him now, her brow rising as a playful expression teases the corners of her lips. The way the veil of her forelock settles against her cheek is as intoxicating as the sweet flavor of her skin. Blood boils beneath his skin and not for the first time, the beast things of curling against her as the dark night hours progress. ‘In time… all in time’ the feral voice whispers and the stallion draws his large head back to clear his throat, the sensual hunger lingering beneath the cool contours of his emerald vision. ”I have a task that requires someone of your… caliber.” he murmurs, the wolfish grin once more sliding easily into place. It was time for action. Proudly he lifts his head, the tangled knots of his mane falling heavily down the sides of his muscular neck. ”I would like you to travel to the Shore.” he begins, letting the words settle between them for a moment before continuing on. ”My last visit with Queen Xiomara did not resolve itself as I had hoped. I want you to take a tally of her alliances and see if she can be swayed to our cause.” he finishes, his thick tail snapping audibly against his flanks.

Yes, the last time he had called on Xiomara, the hunger of lust and the feral creature had burned beneath his skin. He had thought she might rise to meet the beast as she once had but instead she rebuked his advances and shrank from his promise. She sought to bend him to her will and the wolf would not fold hence the tension that kept him from her Shores. However even if she shierked him, that did not mean that she was not still a formidable alliance or enemy depending on where her current loyalties lie. Whiskered lips press together as he muses his own thoughts aloud, glancing to his cunning queen once more, ”I doubt she has heard the sad story that Nyimara brought to us and I am sure that somehow her ties to Solomon, or what remains of them, are still dwindling… if it were possible to secure our alliance and severe theres…. It might be worth our while.” he muses, lifting a brow for her input. It was an impossible task to be sure, but somehow, he and the beast both were in agreement, if anyone could accomplish this task, it would be Vanya and her silver tongue.