So much had been taking his time up as of late that Rougaru felt he was beginning to neglect his small harem. Though the painted mare had kept him busy chasing her across the islands, he still knew that he should spend more time here with the others.

He had taken a moment to check on Sanibel, assuring himself that she still remained where she always was, her brilliant emerald gaze trained on the ocean horizon as though she hoped to pick out some sign of Shamwari to come as her knight in shining armor. The wolf loved to taught her with the fact that he never came, loved to torment her with the concern for his child she carried. No longer did he concern himself that she would sneak off to the surf and attempt to either end her own life amid the waves or flee in a desperate attempt for freedom. No, now he felt fairly certain that she would remain... at least until her child was born or he offered her that freedom.

However there was another that he had not spend much time with as of late, and one that now he sought. Vasilisa had come to him willingly, she had sought him out after he covered her and well even Rougaru could not deny that the drafty mare was interesting. She was not dainty or delicate like some others... nor was she venomous like his little painted viper (thankfully) but still she had a way about her that left a lasting impression.

Depthless emerald green eyes scan the thickly vegetated foliage now as the dark russet colored stallion searched for the obsidian mare. She was here somewhere, of that he was sure.