There was a rumor circulating the islands as of late that the Peak had finally come under new management. It was a foolish thought, thinking that the remnants of the mountain mares might slowly disappear. However even with Wasp’s departure from the islands, the mares proved to be more than mere ghosts in the mists. Proactive is the rumors that ran rampant, visiting other islands as though they were some great queens of the past on a mission to inspect each and every herd and island to ensure its productivity for them. The thought that such wanton manner caused the wolf to growl and snarl in defiance. His lifetime on the islands had taught him that there were mares that existed without a need or desire to be protected from stallions. Hell his very own daughter had turned into quite the fierce combatant herself without a wish or need for the steel embrace of a stallion. Though he did not know all of what happened between her and the stallion Bjorn over the course of the years, it became quite clear from the disgust and myriad of emotions burning through her gaze that it had not ended well. Even Monster proved time and time again that though together they made a fierce duo, even she had no real need to cower behind him in fear. She might not have the same skills and power behind her that the old wolf did, but she was a formidable force to be sure. Come to think of it, most of the mares that came to call Paradise home were quite fierce creatures in their own right, showing prowess in battle or wit or determination. It was only by Vanya’s silver tongue did he manage to keep Titania close but even she glared at him with eyes of lust and fury. Yes, fierce mares existed and like the savage beast he was, Rougaru found himself eager to gather them close and harness their power for his own pack. Together, they were fierce and unstoppable. A name spoken in reverent fear and awe.

However it was not the rumors of the wolves of Paradise that lingered these days. It was the entitled mares of the peak that had the rogue mutts of the lagoon cowed into submission. Not Atlantis.

When the unfamiliar call rings over the island, the wolf finds himself automatically suspicious. Enemies lingered on his doorsteps more and more as of late and the latest debacle with Chelle and Solomon still stung like an open wound. No doubt the painted northerner thought he had beaten back the wolf and from even his own viewpoint, he had. However Rougaru was not done and neither was Solomon. The war was pending and the feeble peace hung like a storm cloud on the horizon. Each side merely paced like ravenous creatures with eyes glowing with anticipation. Slowly the wolf worked to gather his allies. Despite the hate associated with her name, Nyimara was proving to be a powerful asset with alliances of her own tied by blood. Even Vanya was putting her silver tongue to work in hopes of securing some sort of tie with Xiomara, however the bald faced mare was still a loose cannon. She continued to reject him at every advance. He had yet to hear back from Vanya, but that did not surprise him completely, real investment took time and Xiomara was a trying creature. No doubt his new queen was finding her hooves full attempting to persuade the Shore Queen to their cause.

No, the unfamiliar call did not belong to Xiomara, nor did it belong to Vanya or any other face he had familiarized himself with. Perhaps finally the Peak mares had landed on Atlantis in their quest? This thought was no doubt the most likely course and despite his resolve, already Rougaru could feel the hairs along his spine rising in tension. Sleek skin ripples over taunt muscle as the stallion does his best to ebb the anger from his opposing figure, utilizing the brisk trot from where he grazed to the beachscape to dissipate most of the wolf’s fury settling instead for a smoldering glare that finds itself on the three mares that wait patiently on his shores.

For a moment, he allows his emerald eyes the opportunity to both adjust to the sunlight and to size up the unfamiliar strangers that lingered just beyond the reach of the waves. Behind him, the stiff leaves of the palm fronds settle back into place, hiding the trails beyond from curious eyes. Yet another part of the jungle he adored completely. Best keep his secrets a secret and Atlantis was more than willing to help conceal them from prying eyes. Multifaceted eyes scan slowly over the three figures, resisting the snarl that threatened to curve the corners of his lips downward in a frown. ”Am I that imposing that it takes 3 diplomats to speak one voice or should I view this as the beginnings of an attack?” he asks, doing his best to keep the graveled rumble of his baritones even and devoid of emotion. Slowly his gaze traveled over them each one by one. The gold and white mare was already swelling heavily with child and no doubt from the heave of her sides the swim had taken more from her than she would ever willingly admit. The next, an equally elderly looking russet mare remained mute though the shifting of her ears made him wonder just how confident she felt here. The last, a pretty young thing of white splashed over bay looked young, very young. No doubt the girl was just beyond fillyhood but still there was something about the square set of her jaw and the confidence in her slender frame that spoke of time spent in the jungle. The beast smirked but outwardly Rougaru forced himself to remain impassive. ”Follow me. The rocks of the Ridge reach father onto the beach further down, caves and such, and quite frankly you sodden lot will fry before anything can be said if I don't at the least offer you some shade.” he remarks, giving his long cream and caramel colored tail a flick before turning away from them and heading further down the beach.

Where he once tried to offer idle small talk to Wasp and the two mares before her, now he remained silent as they progressed from smooth white sands to the porous dark rocks and white capped waves that trickled across them. Carefully, he picked his way towards the shadows, pausing now when the warm sun no longer shown fiercely along his mahogany back. Only now does he once more fix the trio with a steady gaze, large head lifting expectantly. ”Now… perhaps you care to tell me why you are here invading my shores?”