Rougaru winces visibly at Celestria's biting reply. He knew he had done wrong by Solaris, deep down even the wolf knew it. He had had his reasons, but he did not blame Celestria if she resented him for it. He snorts loudly, his proud head given a shake to rid the thick tendrils of his forelock from his vision field. The girl was not a total loss as her mother made her seem, but her taste in men was less than desirable. Sure Angel as she had called him, was submissive and doting to the little filly that trailed after Solaris, but still, if ever there was a stallion that was too submissive... it was the lanky buckskin. "Perhaps she will surprise us both one day." he murmurs, more to himself than directed to Celestria.

He turns his attention to her once more as she dismissively discusses a child born and a life soon ended. Now do not get him wrong, neither he nor the wolf was pleased at the idea of Shamwari or anyone of that matter defiling what belonged to him, but to know that the results did not survive... well that made the wolf and himself content. Hell it even hyped his ego up a notch or two truthfully. A wolfish grin slides across his whiskered lips as the chocolate colored stallion leans closer to her, stretching his neck out to let his lips tease the ends of her wispy mane. "Nothing like our offspring. Fine... healthy... strong." he purrs. Perhaps it was the nearness of the season, or maybe somewhere deep down he felt something akin to affection for the pale colored mare. After all, his theft of Sanibel had been payback, whether she and Shamwari saw it or not. Whatever the reason he found himself drinking in her scent. Memorizing the flavors familiar and new. Still scents of Tinuvel and Luthien clung to her, but he would see to it that those were quickly erased.

He takes a step back now as Beowulf speaks up, his voice questioning. A single dial flickers as he meets Celestria's gaze for a single moment before her attention turns to the pale colored colt. She murmurs softly to him, her voice full of confidence and security and Rougaru nods his head silently in agreement. He wonders exactly how Warsaw might feel about being considered grandfather to a colt that none of his lineage bore, but if Celestria decided to keep it to herself and let the world think him her son, so would he.