Falls

Rougaru was growing irritated more and more as the days passed. Despite his claim to no longer care what Vasilisa did, finding her scent leaving the island with Noctis in tow early in the pale morning light had irked his nerves. He was used to having to track down his painted viper, but up until now, the obsidian mare had abided by his rules and remained close. As breeding season began to draw close again, he grew nervous. He was determined to keep his mares close, to keep any rogue stallion away from them but it was a bit impossible to do when they took off on their own!

He took to the waves after them, fairly certain that as long as Noctis stayed at her side, he was safe from losing her to some strange brute. It was still a few weeks away from the beginning of breeding season so he felt fairly sure that even if she did find herself underneath some stallion, the odds of bearing a foal that didn't belong to him was not a high probability. Nonetheless he did not like her out of his sight.

He comes ashore of the mainlands, skirting through the thick brush with his muzzle down, searching for the thick perfume of Vasilisa or the baby-soft scent of Noctis. He enters the falls, his ears flickering backwards at the loud tumble of water over porous rock. Paper thin nostrils flare as he searches for the scents but finds that the damp air here was doing plenty to color and hide them. Emerald green eyes glitter as he snorts furiously. He was all but ready to turn tail and try the meadow next when a flash of color caught his eye. Immediately attention snaps away from his missing mare and foal. She is a rare sight. Her movements are strong, stealthy even as she floats over the rocky terrain, her own muzzle lowered as though she too were searching out a scent. She stops now, her gaze scanning the landscape of forest and brush, her voice ringing out in summons and well, ever the gentleman, Rougaru feels it necessary to answer such a damsel in distress.

A wolfish grin slides across his lips as he lets his multifaceted gaze roam over the feminine curves and contours of her body. He stops infront of her, small ears perked forward amid the tangle of cream colored tresses that cascade down the sides of his thickly muscled neck. "well well, what's a pretty thing like you doing roaming these parts alone?" he inquires, licking his lips with a feral grin.