'My island girl'... MY island girl. The words roll off his tongue smoothly and despite herself once more Nyimara feels her heart begin to thud with renewed pleasure. He called her his. It was untrue, as of this moment anyway, but she was more determined now than ever to make sure that the words did indeed come to pass. She giggles impishly and opens her mouth to offer him a sharp witted response but before she could manage to get a single word past her lips, the sound of approaching hoofprints and the deep baritone sound of her father's voice draws her gaze away from her charcoal colored companion and up to meet the suspicious gaze of the emerald eyed stallion who approached them. Nyimara could tell by the tension in his chocolate colored skin that he was not exactly thrilled to see a stallion making the return trek home with her but as she reached forward to lip playfully at the whiskers of his lips as she always had he seemed to almost relax... at least that is what she tells herself.

Bjorn meets Rougaru's unreadable gaze evenly, his words neither giving away where he had found her nor confessing to him the alluring moments that had he not asked where she came from might easily have lead to more. A smile twitched her lips upward but she does not let it fully display upon her lips as she turns her soft auburn gaze once more upon her sire. "He wanted to meet you." she murmurs, doing her best to ignore, if for the moment alone, the tingling sensation that Bjorn's glacier eyes left upon her skin.

Rougaru draws his lips away from Nyimara now, not quite sure of the new male's intentions enough to allow such displays of affection be shared in greeting. He bumps his muzzle lightly against her soft cheek, inhaling her feminine scent and finding a sense of reassurance in the stallion's words. His daughter remained untouched.

Ears swivel towards the smoke colored stallion as he studies him, nostrils inhaling the familiar scents of Tinuvel, to this at least he speaks the truth. A single hind hoof settles at an angle against the sands as he allows himself to relax a bit in the conversation. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. "I must thank you stranger for making sure my daughter returns to me unharmed." he begins, pausing a moment before continuing on, "My name is Rougaru, lord here of the island of Atlantis... tell me, what business is it that you have with Tinuvel?" he inquires, now letting his gaze travel towards the northern horizon where Tinuvel lay hidden behind the ocean surf. "Warsaw is my friend and ally and I do not remember seeing you apart of his herd." he says, his words lingering as once more suspicion darkens his gaze, "Why would it concern you the dangers that might find my daughter?"

Nyimara lets a soft snort escape her lungs as she listens to the conversation between father and Bjorn. Almost protectively she sidles away from her sire to stand nearer to the smokey colored stallion, savoring the feel of his skin as it brushed against her own. "His name is Bjorn, abba." she says, raising her own proud gaze to meet his own. "He seems to know his way around these islands." She wants to say more but for Bjorn's sake she lets her voice fall silent now and instead lets him speak for himself. Rougaru had no faith in males who 'hide behind the tails of their dams' as he called it. If she had any hopes of securing her friendship and continued time with the stallion, it was up to him to face the wolf.