He was here.

The Bay had been the land he had always wanted. He began Kingship in the Bay, winning the land in a battle by default. He made friends and enemies alike there, but something wasn't right. Between building a herd and impregnating mares, life got complicated and he left. Upon his return in the next year, another had moved into the Bay and began a herd. He challenged for it back, but he failed and thus began life in the Inlet. He made a rival in the Bay's new leader, but when he left the Bay was given back to him. Something didn't feel right about the Bay anymore and so Warsaw stayed King of the Inlet.

The Bay was nice, but the Inlet was home. Even at his return this time, he thought of the Bay, but it was the Inlet that called to him. The Inlet stayed vacant as if it was meant for him. Mariael mentioned the comings and goings to those who tried to rule the Inlet. Perhaps it was the Inlet that spat them back the way they came because it was waiting. She was waiting to welcome him back home.

This should be his Tinuvel, but he could see why she believed it was hers. Her family moved in when he left and he had not made roots like he should have. He did not leave behind a proper legacy, but Mariael and her past generation had. She had the numbers he didn't so to get what he wanted he would have to infiltrate. He would play house with her. Warsaw passed the line that separated their kingdoms with strong steps. His head held high and he made sure to look the part of a proper King. He did not venture far into the Bay before he stopped and called out for the Queen.

He was finally here, returned to the Bay.