There were plans for his unborn sons. One would become his heir and the others would help tare the islands down of its female rulers and keep it that way after he was gone. In his mind he imagined an army made of his own sons and their young colts in training to carry on the tradition. Now I guess he would have to sacrifice one for the cause. With his luck that would end up being his only son, but at least the Lagoon wasn't the worst place his son could go.

"Deal." He said as Cullen began moving towards the sea. He knew the palomino did not fancy Tinuvel and wanted to scurry home before he froze. This made Warsaw smirk. He enjoyed the thought of being one of the stronger of his relatives. He watched his cousin leave and it wasn't until he saw his golden figure disappear over the waves that he turned inland.

A roar of laughter rumbled his chest which turned into a stallion's scream of power. Back limbs kicked out before he took off acrossed the beach, all the while screaming. Things were going his way and soon this island would be all his. He soon quieted down with the answering calls of a wolf pack. He slid to a stop, chest rising and falling with every labored breath. He was ready to chase them away, he was ready to fight them. "Come at me! He screams, but they never appear. "Cowards.." He curses the mongrels under his breath and begins the walk to find any of his mares, Nova in particular.