Rougaru listens intently as the pretty mare begins to speak. Her honeyed tones lyrical and sweet as she begins to paint to him a picture of a life that had been lived long before his hoofprints ever left marks upon the island paths. For a moment, both Rougaru and the wolf find themselves lost in thought, remembering his own first days upon this island, remembering the faded hoofprints upon hardened clay and tree trunks rubbed raw from scratching horseflesh. He imagines now he can see them, see her father rubbing his side against the rough tree bark to soothe an irritable scratch. He can almost see her now, the excited little filly of boundless curls as she raced carefree and wild along the sandy shores. He can see her smile, innocent and joyful.. the same smile that raises to meet his gaze now.

Somewhere deep down, he felt a part of his heart warm, warm beneath the gaze of those glacier blue eyes. Whiskered lips smile down at her, fierce emerald green eyes soften, "It sounds like you had a wonderful childhood here. I myself grew up on an island much like this." he says, pausing for a moment to let his own gaze travel over the thickly forested island, "Mind you it was not nearly as big as this island is, but it was a place full of adventure." he finishes.

Between him and the wolf, perhaps he was making it into something far more magical than it really was. Sure father made certain none of them went hungry, even when the hurricanes had come and decimated much of the landscape, but it was not nearly as peaceful as Calypso's story. Father was a cold stallion, one who knew little of emotions and dared not show them even to his heir. Rougaru had been content to leave on his own before the old stallion named him lead, sure that his father would reign for several more years to come. He had been wrong of course, but that did not stop Rougaru nor did it make him regret his decision. It had led him on many a merry adventure since then.

She speaks of another stallion, and this time Rougaru lifts his ears at attention now. Deep down, the wolf growled, but Rougaru could not bring himself to react. Sure jealousy was beginning to rear its ugly head... but the rational part of his brain kept reminding him that she was here with him now. To her comment of the stallion Zev as she called him, Roug merely nods his head, leaning closer to her and inhaling her sweet aroma.

She asks about him, about his herd and what she might expect of them. A deep throated chuckle rumbles from his lungs as emerald green eyes glitter mischievously. "It depends on who you ask I suppose." he says giving his proud head a shake before continuing, "There are some unhappy mares here, but I do not ask anything of them, nor of you except that you stay here... with me." he murmurs, touching the soft silken sheen of her gently arching neck once more. "I will protect you and this island with my life if ever it is called upon."