New King's were usually on time. They were full of new authority and bursting with territorial hormones. It rang true with the stallion who answered his call. Dark eyes stuck to the form in the distance with a serious posture, but the closer he got the more Warsaw relaxed. Honestly, he had to hide his smile and choke back his laugh. The stallion was strongly built, but his stature was funny. Warsaw could not bring himself to be intimidated by him. Grey ears only flung back slightly at the stallion's display of displeasure to his arrival. It was a natural response to be on guard, but Warsaw had nothing to fear here. His only interest in this stallion was what he was going to think of his neighbor's proposal.

The Fjord stops and words soon follow. Feisty he seems to be. This time Warsaw couldn't stop his chuckle or the one step he took to close the distance between them. He didn't want to make himself seem intimidating, but instead a friend. He would try this approach first, but he wouldn't hesitate to turn sour in an instant. "Forgive my bold intrusion on your land, this island has been empty for years so I have gotten used to traveling across the border without hesitation. I have come to welcome you to the island and announce my rights here." He assumed the reaction would be just as he himself would react in this situation. With protest and spunk, a fight to ensue later.

Maybe his precious gift to this new Bay King would suffice. For some it was enough to have a vessel to carry their seed, but to others wanted more. Warsaw wondered what kind of stallion this one was. Warsaw did not let silence pass between them for long. "I will be sending over my sister Sabela as a welcoming gift. She is mute so please don't forget to give her attention every once in a while." He chuckles, a test to the sense of humor this male possessed. "My name is Warsaw de Devil's Retribution. I am a veteran on the island and as such I see it as my right to claim the title of Tinuvel King. I have waited a long while for someone to come along and be my neighbor so that I might finally take hold of this frozen land. You see, I wish to cast this island into an Autocracy or a Monarchy. Whichever sounds more fitting to your herd." He preferred an Autocracy, but a Monarchy was the softer blow to this stranger and the start of his herd.