Rougaru watches Noctis as he follows his steps, eyeing the clump of clover with less than eager eyes. To Rougaru, eating grass was natural, he hardly remembered being young and lingering at his mother's side. Father had made certain that he was weaned from Lotus' milk, perhaps earlier than he should have been. Hound forced him to eat grass... it was Rougaru that learned to enjoy the variety of flavors that he found there.

There were moments he wished he could be more like his sire; heartless, cold, at times cruel. However, there were then moments like this when he was content with not being like the bay roan stallion. Looking down at Noctis now, he was okay with the difference. "It might not be the same as your mother's milk, but if you give it time, you might learn to prefer it. When spring comes, I will show you where the sweet fruits can be found. Grass might be bland to your tongue now, but strawberries... they are sweeter than mother's milk." he says liking his own lips at the thought. He bends his own head down to snatch up a mouthful of clover, once more finding himself thankful for the bountiful supply of grasses that grew on Atlantis regardless of the season.