To say that things were taking a strange turn as of late would be an absolute understatement in the young wolf’s opinion. Life seemed to have turned completely around. To go along with Parvati failing to replace his stolen trophy and confessing that his fathering of his children had only been a sham, now some other strange mare smelling of paradise had come to claim him. HIM!?!?! Of all the stallions in their little world, of all the meek and humble that no doubt would willingly accompany the golden girl like lost dogs desperate for a master, she had come for him. Why? WHY?!?

At any other time, he might have merely brushed off the strange claim as mares trying to establish dominance for the hell of it. But the young wolf had not missed the familiar scent of hibiscus and jasmine that screamed of his birthright… his homeland. Paradise. No matter what island he came across, what land that clung to his own scent, the tropical aromas of his childhood home would never be erased. Suddenly, more than ever, he felt the need to return if only to see the shambles that Atlantis had fallen into with the disappearance of the wolf and his pack.

He watched for a moment as the golden mare dove back into the sea at the pressuring of a victorious Parvati. However he would not give the Inlet queen the thanks she no doubt would be expecting. Instead of moving into place to join her in guarded watch over the retreating mare, the silver haired tobiano stallion charges into the cold seas, his golden eyes hard and his hooves striking out with purposeful strides. He needed to see this for himself.

The swim back to his once homeland goes just as he expects. The waters grow warm and the air humid the closer he comes to Atlantis and for once, just this once, he is grateful. Hooves find purchase on malleable sand instead of pebbled rocks and his stout legs draw him ashore with ease. Droplets of water rain from his belly fur as his thickly muscled neck coils like a tightly wound spring, thrusting his forelegs forward and drawing him up onto the dry white sands of the small beach. Mahogany ears peel backwards, disappearing beneath the waterlogged tendrils of his cream and ivory mane. Yellow gold eyes scan the beach around him but aside from a few fresh hoofprints in the sand, the golden mare has disappeared. The beast snarls within and the young wolf releases his hold enough to let a feral scream ring from his lungs, if only to make the mare aware that she had not returned unaccompanied. He had questions that needed some answers and he had no intention of leaving until he got just that.