Rougaru is not surprised when Zjeena lifts her head, ears burying beneath the thick mantle of her long tapered locks. He has been around enough pregnant mares and new mothers to know that all males were considered a threat to their offspring. Only fathers were generally allowed close without much contemplation. Of course he would never harm her foals, but he was sure a hardy mare such as herself had heard that promise before and no doubt had seen the results of such lies. Nonetheless, he was intrigued by her and despite her less than enthusiastic reply, he was determined to draw her into conversation.

"Nattergal and Havelle... very strange to my ears but perhaps they hold meaning to your lineage?" he inquired, stretching his gait to allow his massive figure to move in step at her side. He does not move so close as that she would take his closeness as a threat, but he is close enough to ensure that should she decide to attempt to make a break for it, he would be able to intercept. There was still much he wished to learn from her. "There are a few colts of my own here, perhaps your twins might enjoy the company of a few new playmates." he murmurs giving the twins a friendly smile before turning his gaze once more to the Fjord mare. "Your swim was not too strenuous was it? I had hoped that we might chat a bit. I find it fascinating that such a mare built for colder climates would be so settled that she would reside in the desert of all places."