From a distance he watches them, always vigilant in his determination to protect his herd. He had his viper back, his precious pet and he was determined that nothing would separate them again. It had not taken Liland long to vacate the Ridge after this defeat. Perhaps had the stallion simply continued in his moping and constant sulking along the borders, Rougaru would not have felt this on edge. However, Liland had not taken a second thought, one evening the herd was there and the next, only faint scents served as a reminder of what had been. Though he hated to admit it, the cream colored stallion's move had been unexpected and well, it made him determined more than ever to protect what was his.

SO when the fresh scent of unfamiliar horses reaches his nostrils, Rougaru is there. Muscles tense beneath his dark coffee colored skin as the thickly muscled stallion shifts uneasily in the shadows. Depthless emerald green eyes transfix upon the figures as they emerge from the surf. Delight flashes through his dark eyes at the sight of Nyimara. He had told her not to linger long and though he would have preferred her making her appearance much sooner than now, at least he had not needed to leave his herd to go searching for her. It was something at least.

However it was the second figure that appeared that set his guard on high. A stallion. Though this stallion did not appear meek and cowed like the buckskin stallion that Solaris had brought home, still the idea of a stallion following around his pretty little daughter like a buck in rut was not exactly his idea of amusement.

Muscles tense beneath his thick hide as cautiously Rougaru slide free from the shadows and sauntered through the white sands until he comes to a stop before the pair. "Nyimara..." he breathes, stretching his whiskered muzzle forward to possessively nibble at the silver white hairs atop her skullcap. For the briefest of moments he lets his gaze soften as he gazed down upon his delicately boned daughter.... but it is only a moment.

Ears remain at attention amid the tangle of his own thickly curling mane. Paper thin nostrils flare as the stallion inhales the thick scents clinging to the darkly colored stallion's skin, sifting through for scents familiar. It was faint, but Rougaru would never miss the scent of his comrade. How this strange stallion knew the gray Tinvuel king, he did not know, but he would find out. "I see you have brought a friend?" he remarks, his tones even, devoid of emotion. He was not particularly happy that Nyimara returned home with a stallion in tow, but at least she was not heavily pregnant or with a foal trailing behind her... at least not that he could see. Suspicion glitters in his multifaceted green eyes as the stallion eyes his daughter and her new companion expectantly.... waiting.