If there was one thing that was beginning to eat away as any sort of regret in his mind, it was the fact that he had let the pretty little black thing escape him. Now the wolf was content in the thoughts that soon, where ever she would up, that her belly would swell with his seed... but Rougaru himself was not so easily calmed. She had been a pretty thing, not dainty or delicate like the other mares that he had come upon here on these islands. She was not light colored like Sanibel and Celestria nor was she vicious as the younger painted girl. She had sought him out, her dark eyes dancing with the same lust and hunger as his own. He had taken her beneath him, relished the feel of her dark skin beneath his own, the exotic scent of her flesh and the powerful muscles that rippled beneath her own skin. He was sure that whatever child she bore would be strong and worthy of his lineage and well, Rougaru wanted it nearly as much as his body still craved her.

Twin ears perk amid the tangle of cream and caramel colored locks at the sound of an unfamiliar call. Immediately multifaceted eyes scan the beachscape until sights befall the figure that had been lingering upon his mind. A coy smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards as he responds with a resounding bugle of his own. Thick saucer like hooves beat against the white sands as Rougaru leaves Sanibel unattended long enough to meet the dark mare where she stood upon the shore. Cupped ears stand at attention as a low pleasurable nicker rumbles from his lungs as he draws up beside her, his blunt teeth raking affectionately down her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent once more and finding a sense of contentment in the fact that his scent still covered her own.

He draws back now, depthless emerald green eyes lifting to meet her own as a warm smile ghosts across his own ash dusted features. "I was hoping that I had made a lasting impression." he murmurs, eyes glittering as he chuckles softly and tosses his proud head, "I assume that before round two I will at least get your name?" he teases flicking his long tail idly against hind hocks. Perhaps it was only he and the wolf that found his inappropriate jokes amusing. "My name is Rougaru, king of Atlantis."