The muscles in his thick neck tense up with anticipation for a fight. He needs to redeem his statue as a King after failing so horribly to that buckskin mare. He couldn't stop thinking about their fight and he couldn't rest until things were settled. He at least needs to have Ylva and Torsten back, but if he got the twins too he knew Ylva would be happy. He could use them if he made friends with them, but Ylva never seemed too keen on letting him interact with them. He ignored them, but he couldn't if they were to become permanent members. Joker could help protect the Inlet from attack (though he hasn't accepted a male as his beta since his half brother Chavezs) and Harley Quinn could be a lover to one of his sons.

He would have to think of them later. Dark brown eyes of coffee drive into the crystal blue of the stallion in front of him. The grullo sabino seems to have been in many fights before. Warsaw had an interest in the distinguished scar on his face and where it might have come from. He could use a warrior looking over TInuvel, but he still had to decide if this stallion was a potential friend or a foe. This stranger was very proud, everything about his stance told Warsaw this. Warsaw is the same way so both stallions stood bravely in front of the other waiting for one to stand down. Warsaw would never stand down especially on his own turf.

Björn is what he calls himself, son of someone named Dögun. Warsaw did not know of any King Dögun or where he reigned from. He assumes it before his time, but the stallion is younger than himself so he knows that cannot be true. If his sire ruled over Tinuvel or even his Inlet, it must have been after he left the islands many moons ago. In Warsaw's eyes that makes him more worthy to be here than this newcomer. This was his second rule over the Inlet, but his first rule over Tinuvel as a whole. A long time ago he once lived in the Bay too. "Never heard of him." Warsaw says with a snort. "I was born on these islands and ruled this very land from a young age. I left the island for a handful of years and returned four years ago to find the Inlet empty. I made my reclaim on the land and now, three years later, the whole island is mine."

He watches the stallion closely to see his reaction to this news before introducing himself. "My name is Warsaw de Devil's Retribution Monarch King of Tinuvel." Warsaw was easy to stake his claim on Tinuvel and proud to announce this fact to anyone. This has been his dream since he had first claimed the Inlet 15 years ago. No one would break his hold over this island and if they tried he would die fighting to keep it. His legacy would be built here and his heirs would one day take over and continue his Monarchy with a reminder to their future children that grandfather Warsaw was the founder of their family home. Warsaw was sure others once had these dreams for themselves, but it was he that was here now breaking their chains on this island. The islands would all know his name before he died, unlike the nameless sire he had. He never heard the name Devil's Retirubtion being said.

The next words out of the stallion's mouth came at a shock. Vita Nove would not be pleased one bit. "Tavas...I wouldn't go there if I was you. Requiem might be harmless, but that girl is a Tinuvel Princess with a mother who will eat you for dinner and a father who would gladly do the killing for her." He puffs out with chest and flares his nostrils. It was obvious this stallion was a foe of his, but it wasn't this stallion's thievery that angers him. Requiem was incompetent. "I don't know who you are, but maybe we can make some sort of deal to keep that handsome head on your shoulders." What was he doing? Was he really about to make such an important deal with a stranger who could screw him over later?