Rougaru watches her now, deep emerald green eyes void of any readable emotions. The mare before him was a perfect specimen in his eyes, a true combination of both her parent's build. A single audit flickers amid the cream and caramel colors of his windswept mane as the stallion observes her. He half expected the young mare to throw a tantrum, to stomp her hoof and demand answers that he was not entirely sure he himself knew. He studies her gaze, focusing upon her unreadable brown eyes but there is nothing there. Celestria had trained her well, or Warsaw. From what he remembered, Celestria was quick to toss out that she hated the idea of children, but that never stopped her from flaunting that enticing body of hers. Images flashed through his mind now, imagines of years past when he had taken Celestria beneath him, when Solaris had been created. The pale mare was not nearly as dainty as some mares he had come across but none the less she had a way about her... a way that had the wolf bristling as Solaris spoke. Her initial words made it seems as though Celestria was throwing a tantrum herself and as comic is it was he could almost imagine the stubborn mare sitting doglike upon the pebbled shore of the Inlet with her jaws clenched in determination. Of course were that the case he would find no problem in retrieving her himself. A harsh snort escapes his lungs as Rougaru turns his gaze towards the Inlet, all but ready to charge off into the surf after her... but his daughter's words draw him up short and once more his hard gaze is transfixed upon her features. Stolen. Shamwari.

The copper stallion was a nuisance now, and one that Rougaru felt sure needed to be dealt with in one form or another. Twin harks lace tightly against his skullcap as muscles tense beneath coffee colored skin. Cold multifaceted eyes shift from Solaris and focus upon the lands that lay beyond the ocean's horizon. He would find her.

"Tell Warsaw it is time we meet. There are some things that need to be discussed." he replies, turning his gaze once more upon his daughter. It was clear by the roundness of her belly and the way she kept herself angled towards the oceans that she never had any intentions of staying here in Paradise with him. A part of him, small as it may be, is annoyed that she would not wish to get to know her own father, but than again, the gray stallion is the one who raised her so he cannot fault her or his ally for that. A single brow raises as he cocks his head towards her. "And mind your swim, you should not be traveling much so close to your due date." he remarks.