Spring was upon them, already the island of Atlantis was growing warm beneath the bright rays of the morning sun. Rougaru was very much looking forward to this spring not because finally he had a home and herd worth protecting, but because not one but two mares now were heavy with his foal. Of course Sanibel had not been given a choice, and perhaps deep down part of him regretting that... but it was a small part and it was buried deep deep down in what ice might be considered his heart.

Rougaru had taken to keeping a closer eye on Sanibel and Vasilisa over the last few days. Sanibel had given birth first, dropping a pretty little colt that for the most part appeared healthy and strong. Of that he was proud. He had worried that because of her age there might be...complications. But she proved that she was much stronger than she appeared. Feeling secure in the fact that for the time being, she would still be confined to Atlantis due to the child's young age, now he focused on finding Vasilisa.

He noticed that the closer each mare came to the time to deliver their child, the more they tended to drift off on their own. Now it was true that the mares, especially Lissa and his painted viper, were strong and fierce spirits... he did not expect them to all hang around together in a close knit little family. He knew better than to believe in that. But when Vasilisa left on her own in the predawn light, he knew why and did not try to intercede. However what did surprise him was the fact that his pretty little painted dove was the one that approached her as she returned with his newborn colt. For a moment he stands afar, watching with keen eyes as the two interact, it was clear that the painted mare was curious of the little colt that trailed on gangly legs after the black mare, but it was also clear that Vasilisa was not feeling the full force of a mother's protection.

An amused smile tugs at the corners of his ash dusted lips as Rougaru approaches them now. He pauses along side the painted mare, his ashen lips parting to let blunt ivories rake against her shoulder. "It could be you." he breathes, his words hot against her ear as he turns from her and ambles to a stop in front of Vasilisa a single dial tilting towards her as he drops his great head to examine the young colt at her feet. "Not as strong as I expected but with time that will change." he states in a rather matter of fact tone, though emerald green eyes glitter with pride as he turns his gaze once more upon the black mare, "Have you named him yet?"