For a time, Rougaru kept close watch over the little desert queen and her twins. Despite her defiance, she was exhausted when she arrived on the jungle island. Call him soft, but he was not about to see her or the foals come to any real danger while under his guardianship. At first he wondered if like Sanibel, she would spend her days gazing out over the horizon, her nose pointed towards the Ridge with far away thoughts of what ifs dancing through her head. He wondered if she would set herself into solitary confinement, if she would spend her days surrounded by her foals and keep a clear distance from the others. Part of him wondered on each morning trip to patrol the Ridge border, if he would find her there pining over her lost lover. But he never did.

It was true that unlike Sanibel and several of the other mares that made up his herd, he found a sense of comradery in the pale mare that he had never expected to unearth. Sure he had been curious of her from the beginning, a mare who in all appearance and action was Liland's polar opposite and yet clearly devoted to him. How odd it was that in his enemy's mare he would find something he believed akin to friendship.

He felt pleased as the days passed, to see her grazing amicably alongside the other members of his herd. Not once did she hiss her disdain or do her best to turn the others against him in some kind of strange mare uprising. Of course it would never go anywhere but still... it was something he could see Vasilisa attempting. No, instead she spent her days as the others did, grazing here and there, her once lanky form growing sleek and supple thanks to the lush grazing that the island provided. Occasionally she would meet his gaze as he passed and Rougaru would nod his head or offer her a warm smile but never did he try to bend her to fit his will... she did that pretty much on her own.

The foals too seemed to flourish here on Paradise, like Beowulf and Noctis, they too were beginning to show signs of the strong proud adults that were beginning to take shape behind the young muscles and bones of youth. Now and again he would watch them, amusement lighting his emerald eyes as they raced back and forth along the shore, or did their best to convince the others to join in a game of tag. Despite himself, he was growing quite accustomed to seeing them here and though he knew before long Liland would return to his shores screaming his challenge, Rougaru would be sorry to see them leave.

She calls to him now, her voice gentle and yet commanding in the same moment. Twin harks lift amid the tattered tangles of his cream and caramel colored mane. A welcoming nicker escapes his whiskered lips as the large hessian trotted easily towards her. Multifaceted eyes gaze at her, for a moment, concerned that something might be wrong. Outwardly, he saw no visible signs of danger, no swollen legs or bleeding scratches. However there was still a sense of determination in her dark gaze that drew Rougaru to a halt before her. Companionably he reached forward to bump his muzzle against her shoulder, inhaling her honey sweet scent and savoring the flavors of the jungle forests that lingered there now. "You called Zjeena?" he inquires, a single lobe angled towards her as he continued to study her delicate facade.