A cold breeze blows through the Inlet and sends her scent to his nose. The young ones always smelled so nice. His eyes close for a minute as he takes a deep breath. He had a feeling that the islands might be coming back to life starting with Neon. He would be busy come spring trying to bring more new blood into his care and then begin planting the seeds of the next generation. New foes may come, but he was determined to conquer them all.

Time ticked quickly for him as he was aware most of his family died around the late teens, early twenties. He had only so many years left to achieve his goal of owning this island, but he could do nothing until another made claim to the Bay. He had an idea to speed that process up, but he would wait until fall to see if another stallion did step up for the task first. Neon spoke and he nods at her words. Mustangs are strong, he should know as he had some Mustang blood running through his veins as well. She would be alright here despite her concerns about thriving on this island.

"I have some patrols to do, but you should make yourself at home and explore the Inlet. Meet some of the herd while you're at it." He didn't have any worries about leaving her alone. She may try to leave, but he had plenty of eyes around to let him know if she did. A slight nod of his skull and the stallion turns to match down the beach.