Majority of his time has been spent with his twin sons and his newest daughter. He had hopes that Neferyt would be the only girl so that Ylva and Nova would give birth to colts. Warsaw loved his daughters, but sons strengthened the herd and he needed a son to send to the Lagoon. He would hate to have to split up Letavice and Ironclad not to mention the backlash he would get from Vita Nova. If it came to it, he could use the colt Ylva brought home last month.

Warsaw pretty much ignores the twin foals Ylva came home with one day. Upon notice of her disappearance, he was angry she had left, but the mare returned home with two young foals in tow. He couls have yelled at her, he had thought about it, but Solaris had aproached before he was able to. He already knew Solaris was going through something strange so he let them be.

He decided to just accept the foals as Ylva's little project. She wouls be left to deal with them on her own, but he protected them while they were in the inlet. Those foals didn't need anything more of him than that. He was not their sire. He might become weary of the colt as he grows, but the filly could stay and mingle with his colts. He might even let the colt stay if that meant growing his family in the inlet. He would just need his loyalty. Once the colt was older they could have that talk.

Yoga had disappeared again, but this time he had a good guess as to why. He could still smell her on the island, but he did not disturb the precious moments between a young mother and her first foal. He recalls the images of his heirs, muddied by the image of Neon getting to them first. He would allow Ylva this simple thing after making her nurture his seed in the first place. Today, Warsaw searches for her thinking she has had enough time to herself. He was curious to know if his baby was here and what its gender was.

He spots one of the twins, but before he could make himself known, the voice of Ylva was calling the colt over. Warsaw watches curiously as the colt takes off and he notes the direction. He nose raises to the air where he smells the fresh blood of birth. Another child of Tinuvel was born! The grey stallion couldn't contain himself any longer so he walks towards the direction the colt had went until he spots them all.

Ylva was standing nearby a stream still heavy with ice with the twins investigated their newest member. "Nicely done, Ylva." Warsaw praises the mare as he gets closer, seeing the red colt she had just birthed. "This colt is the third foal to be born in our new kingdom. He looks strong." He admires the colt as he moves around. Warsaw was proud of Ylva in this moment because now she has proven herself as a true broad mare. She had started to prove that by bringing home the twins, he guesses. She has shown him she has good genes.

Upon examining the other two foals, he notcied something wrong with each of the twin's eyes. He now worries keeping them here could infect the future generation of Tinuvel. Some of these things were genetic after all, but he wouldn't discuss that with Ylva right now. "Have you named him?" He asks as his brown eyes turn their sights back on the Fjord mare.

Meanwhile, little Torsten had not moved much until Joker began to sniff him. The sound and smell of the colt startled him and caused him to squeak and jerk up his body. The red colt rolls on the ground on a squirming manner and tries to bring his legs underneath his body. Eventually, he is successful. Torsten rises on shaking limbs and makes some clumsy steps towards his mother. He hides himself underneath her where he smells the strong smell of milk. His stomach instantly grumbles which brings his nose to her teat. It only takes a few more seconds for the colt to figure out how to suckle.

The words of Warsaw startled him yet again, but this time he quickly calmed himself standing by his mother. Torsten watches the large stallion get closer and darts his little eyes from filly, to colt, back to stallion.