When Liland up and decided to move his quaint little herd right next door to his own, well that had come as a bit of a suprise. Rougaru had all but expected the stallion to travel as far away from him as possible... not move in right next door. Rougaru did not mind however, it gave him the ability to keep a closer tab on his painted viper and ensure himself that Liland did not take what belonged to him for granite. She was a prize piece in his minagerie, an exquisite specimine whose fierce nature screamed to the beast that lurked beneath his surface. He hungered for her in a way that he hungered for very few others and despite Liland beating him in a battle to keep possession of her, he would not let that last forever.

It did not take him long to proclaim his right to rule the island, he was not about to let the desert stallion get comfortable living next door. Instead with wounds still fresh on his skin, the coffee colored stallion found himself walking the well worn path towards the ridge herd, crossing the borders without much care or concern. He had earned himself this right. Proud head is held high as the beast screams his summons for the desert stallion, a single audit swiveling atop his skullcap as he gazed out over the handful of mares and their foals. It seemed as though Liland had his fair share of children born this year. A smug grin spread across his whiskered lips as he calls out again, he was not one to be kept waiting and it seemed only fitting that they shared a few demands that Rougaru expected to be followed. No point in not making this turn of events a productive engagement.