Though Rougaru would never claim to have a lot of experience with the women of the peak, he did know a thing or two about them that had been uncovered over the years. They were warriors and though they lacked the obvious male parts that made stallions great in his opinion, they still liked the world to think them equally as fierce. Wasp and Macabre both had been prime examples of that and even the gold and white woman who stood before him now gave off some of the same vibes. No doubt part of her grim nature was due in fact to the noticeable swell of her belly. Regardless, it was clear to him that she was the leader or sorts to this small conclave that gathered before him for neither of the other two seemed too keen to be here. Seen and not heard as it was. A trait he wished some of his own children would pick up on but well, he would not have them any other way.

It always intrigued him to see the reaction others had to his approach. Where once, when he first arrived on the islands, there had been little to no reaction, now the stories of the wolf were whispered in hushed threat to young and old throughout the islands. Even his enemies were quick to warn newcomers of his fierceness, a fact that the golden eyed beast found himself reveling in. Fame was fame after all.

Emerald eyes trail first over the gold and white woman, watching as his appearance brought about a new level of tension beneath her already terse stature. Her pale blue eyes narrowed on his frame, traveling over the taunt muscles that rippled beneath his battled scarred flesh and landing finally on his own fierce eyes. She lifted her head slightly, as if to tell herself as well as him that he did not frighten her and yet in the slight movement, the beast could not help but to smirk coolly. She might not be afraid enough to turn tail and run back to the sea, but she was mentally and physically preparing herself for an imaginary battle be it of wills or physical. His blunt words brought about a flash in her eyes that the wolf found amusing. The thin press of her lips was no doubt her attempt to refrain from a snarking retort. So she would not fall so easily to his quips. At least she had that going for her.

A single ear tilts backwards in silent acknowledgement as he leads them on, contented in the silence that settled around the trio of women that followed behind him. The discomfort radiated from them and without even having to glance backwards he knew that they were careful to keep close together as though somehow they expected him to summon up an army from the shadows to ambush them. Something that no doubt a younger version of himself might have considered. The beast liked to remind him that he had mellowed out in his old age but Rougaru was determined to ignore him, pushing the creature back further into his mind with reasonings of his own. He had a family to protect now. A pack that was not completely made up of fierce women. Immediately Rae came to mind, her gentle smile and equally soft brown eyes. She had faced enough hardships in her life and he promised her and himself that he would see her face no more threat.

The relief in the blue eyes of the gold and cream woman was plain but he made a point of keeping his own gaze devoid of any reaction. It would not help this already tense situation to be seen as smug even if the emotions ran deep through his mind. Patiently he listens as she begins to speak, once again the clear voice for this trio of interlopers. Small dark ears perk forward amid the windswept tangle of cream and caramel tresses, as he dutifully blinks in stoic silence. The sand colored mare steps forward now, accusation in her eyes and her words much harsher in delivery than the pale woman. Immediately the wolf finds himself growling disapproval and threatens once more to rear its head and break past the chains and barriers he had meticulously put into place to keep the beast silent. For a moment he let himself consider it. He considers the image of grasping the insolent woman’s throat between his teeth and savoring the feel of her pulse against his tongue. Perhaps she might scream then, and those dark, defiant eyes that stared at him now might shine instead with fear. Restraint. He must show restraint from such taunts. ’You are better than that!’ the voice hissed in his mind. She was trying but he would not allow himself to be baited.

The island wolf draws his gaze towards her, flashing a debonair smile as he tilts his head proudly, ”You call it defensive. I call it proactive. You forget I have a family to protect. Children…. Surely you can understand that” he breathes emphasizing the last syllable for clarity.

The cream and gold mare picks up the conversation, and he turns his multifaceted eyes once more back to her. She begins by stating rather bluntly that this was by no means an invasion and yet he cannot help but to glance pointedly back at the two mares that trailed at her hip. A mischievous smirk plays across his whiskered lips as the stallion snorted his disbelief but remained quiet to allow her to finish her speech. Stories? Again the smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards. No doubt his enemies were quick to fill the ears of any who would listen of his transgressions. The word villain fell from her lips and he found himself momentarily slipping as the flash of anger flared behind his gaze. Solomon had used that term on more than one occasion. Perhaps it was not enemies in plural but a single kingdom that ought to be dealt with. But that was something to dwell on another day when he was not faced with a diplomatic party.


Once more his gaze returned to the pregnant mare, her pale blue eyes searching his own in clear challenge. A challenge that is met with an amused chuckle that reverberated from deep within the chasisms of his broad chest. As before, the mask of indifference slides easily into place as he tilts his large head towards the trio. ”Clearly you have heard of me and yet here before me stand strangers. Of the peak clearly, but strangers nonetheless. It has been years since last I found myself visiting your mountains. Tell me, how is Wasp these days?” The name still stung deep in his heart, especially after their last meeting. However it was useful in this moment to draw out his own point. He might be a villain to them but at least he was calculating.

A single ear tilts, as he continues again after a moment of silence. Shifting the weight of his broad form from one hip to the other to emphasize his ease despite the turmoil that raged in his mind. ”A villain can be what you make them; to the bird, a cat is a villian.” he muses, his thick tail switching lightly against his feathered fetlocks. ”It all depends on who is the one asking the question.” he finishes, flashing her a warm smile, even if the warmth does not manage to reach his piercing eyes.

Game set. Match.