It had been quite some time since last Rougaru departed his island long enough to make the swim to his comrade's island. So much had happened since first his return to the islands that well it made taking the time difficult. However now that the mares had birthed their foals and for the moment he had Liland in check, things were beginning to settle into a tense quiet. With only a single word to Nyimara to keep an eye on the mares, especially Vasilisa, Rougaru had taken to the surf. The current was not quite so fierce, this time of year and the waters much warmer than last he had come for a visit. There was very little strain upon his muscles as large saucer like hooves touch down upon the pebbled beach. Dark ears swivel backwards amid the tangle of water logged cream locks as the jungle stallion made his way from the shallows and onto the shoreline of Warsaw's Inlet herd. Life was strong here, built and toughened by the grey stallion and the harsh climate. It was not surprising to him in the least that the gray brute had his own handful of small foals clustered close to the mares of his moderate herd. For a moment Rougaru let his gaze linger upon the northern stallion's herd, one day he told himself... one day he would reach the same fame, it would be his name feared and muttered in hush toned reverence. For now he was content with throwing his weight around as he could, making himself a neusance until it came to a breaking point. It was always fun to see the hatred and anger gleaming in their eyes. It brought a smug smirk upon his lips as the gray stallion is located, watching not far from a smokey black mare and her small foals. His queen he presumed. Looking upon her now he could not help but think of a pretty little painted viper with a venomous tongue and even sharper bite. Perhaps one day soon he would make her his own queen... if she proved that she could produce as a queen should of course.

He gives Warsaw a small nod as he comes alongside him, a rougish grin spreading across his lips. "I see you have been busy. Congratulations. They look strong... as do the others." he comments, an ear swiveling towards the loosely gathered herd.

He gives his waterlogged mane another shake before turning once more to the Inlet king. he breathes, unable to hide the gleam of pride from his own eyes. "Shamwari and Liland especially are not pleased... it leaves me wondering exactly what they might plan for in the future. Have you any plans for proactive measures?" he inquires curiously.