A male's call spread over the empty Inlet. It quickly filled the silence and alerted the father and daughter as they conversed. "Hear that father? You are making enimes already." The words of the palomino mare slipped through her smirk. She would love to see her father struggle, but unfortunately the call did not sound hostile. "Shut your trap." He snapped in her direction which quickly led to pinned ears and annoyed looks.

Warsaw attempted to get a look at the stallion, but all he could see was a small muddy figure in the distance. The stallion did not smell familiar nor did he smell of Tinuvel. As Warsaw drew closer he caught the strange scent of Salem, an island he had never been to before. His ears swiveled back and forth as he listened to the stallion he was aproaching and his daughter who followes behind. "You know the drill Celestria. Don't say a word." Her eyes rolled, but she complaied and didn't make another sound.

Closer and closer they got until they were finally close enough to properly see each other. For now, Warsaw kept some distance and made sure his lovely daughter stayed behind him as if he was protecting her. He did not know who this stallion was and for all he knew he was a spy sent from the Bay. For now he would play the part of a respectable man.

"Hello stranger what brings you to my home?" Most stallions would not greeted so politely. Warsaw dips his grey head slightly with his hello, but that was all he gave the stallion in the ways of polite body language. The rest of him stood proud and the muscles under his skin tensed. Dark eyes never left the stranger and held an intense gaze just begging this stallion to step out of line. Meanwhile, the mare behind him shuffled around to look beyond her sire to the strange stallion. She grinned at him with body language so relaxed it contrasted to her father's.