Temptress. The words linger upon the voiceless wind as she leans near to him. Part of him screamed trick, was wary of the sugar sweet tones of her voice and the gentle touch of her skin. And yet, the wolf savored it. Too long he had been pricked by Monster's venomous tones and Vasilisa's constant bickering voice. Too long he had dealt with the hateful glare of Sanibel (although he felt fairly certain he deserved it) and Zjeena's emotionless conversations (yeah he probably deserved that one too). The beast chuckled deep within him its golden eyes gleaming as it reminded him that he had deserved it from the others as well but well, he could not help it. He ruled with a hard hand and he did not feel the need or desire to coddle them all. Of course with breeding season right around the corner he would take extra precautions to be "nice" to them for lack of better terms. But coddle... no.

Caly was different. He watched her move off instep with him, watched as she lingered on the shores as though she were not quite sure that she should take the plunge. OF course he was beyond that point now, he would not have let her leave, but still so far she had been gentle and kind and well, should he not reward such behavior. He stops with her now, a single ear flickering backwards as he stretches his thick neck forward to press his muzzle gently against her rump, giving her a small nudge of encouragement.

He is afraid that he might actually have to show his aggressive side, that he might have to place his nip of claim upon her skin and drive her into the ocean surf with force. The thought lingers upon his brain, but without much resistance, she finally takes to the rolling waves and he at her heels. Though she is an adult and fairly strong looking, Rougaru swims close to her side, there to offer whatever encouragement or reassurance needed to make the swim. It was not necessarily a far swim to Atlantis, but when one was already weary from one swim, the underwater currents could prove deadly.

She steps from the shallows, and Rougaru finds a sense of relief in once more finding his hooves upon the white sands. Waterlogged tendrils of his mane plaster across the broad line of his muzzle as dripping he follows her onto the dry sands and stops to give himself a thorough shake. Emerald green eyes meet icy blue. He watches as she takes in the tall leafy palms and the pristine white sands that linned a lush and green forest beyond. For the first time, he saw something in her eyes different from the eyes met by the others who came here before her. "Have you been here before?" he asks, curiosity clinging to his quiet tones.