He didn't eat even though he eyed the grass like a hawk stalking prey from the sky. He wasn't exactly starving, but he could use some extra nourishment. Unfortunately, he had to portray the look of a watchful and respectful King to counter whatever it was Solaris said or might say later. It was classic that a venerable mare would wash up on his shore. It happened before with Tigerlily but unlike her, Ylva would not escape him so easily. The Inlet was hungry for more inhabitants and he was a faithful servant to the island.

The young one's spike of emotion as he offered food was delightful to watch. She lit this little fire in his belly that caused a spring in his step. He glides effortlessly around the grass where Ylva and Solaris ate. His eyes roamed from the red mare to their current surroundings. No one would be allowed to approach his new prize. He would not release her to her own devices until he was sure she wouldn't leave. He continued his prance around the two until he felt eyes on him. He stops and turns his skull towards Ylva who States at him with a glazed over look. She looked exhausted...and so ripe.

This would have been the exact moment he caresses her body under his own. A few factors kept him from this one being Solaris and the other being breeding season was not upon the islands just yet. That didn't mean any outcome of a child would keep him from taking advantage, but the poor girl might break under his might. That look she had with him was almost like a girl drugged out. She might now even realize...

That sweet voice asked for the name of her new beast. He gives her a smile, a nice one, as he tries to hide the intent in his eyes. "Warsaw de Devil's Retribution, but just call me Warsaw." He glances at Solaris. "Go check on Ysabel for me. She doesn't like to be left alone for long." His words were true, but honestly, he was not thinking of Ysabel right now. Solaris hesitates, but another glance from Warsaw causes her head to nod. She gives Ylva a longing gaze before trotting off in a different direction. Warsaw approaches Ylva and gently noses her shoulder. "I'll show you the way to the stream so then you can rest." He guides her deeper inland until a half-frozen stream split the land. Warsaw takes a hoof and crushes some ice where he then takes a few sips of the freezing liquid.

His head lifts and he urges Ylva over. He urges her close to his body to take a drink herself. His nostrils flare as he smells the sweet scent of youth.