A lot has happened, but he could feel then tension on all sides beginning to come together. When pressure builds up on opposite sides and then meets together, an explosion was sure to happen. Warsaw could feel it, but he also knew he was the start of some awful tension. A lot of this drama might not have happened if he stayed away from the islands, but this was a large reason why Warsaw had returned. He did not know the likes of his father, but being a son of a rape victim ensured him that Devil's Retribution would be proud of the stallion he was today. He would be proud of how his son has grown his bloodline and how his son has struck fear in various hearts. Warsaw has made enemies, and friends, and even lovers on these islands. He came back for them. He came back to finish the rest of his life near the place he was born. He came back to begin a legacy his family could hold onto for years to come.

The King patrols his Inlet like he usually does. He greets his grazing herd, takes a few minutes to play with his foals, and takes the time to nuzzle his Lead mare lovingly. Warsaw has never shown affection publicly before now, but the whole herd knew how he felt for Vita Nova and he wasn't afraid to tell the world. She was his mate and she would never be rid of him, not ever. Warsaw departs his herd and continues on his patrol to ensure his family was safe. He should enlist some guards to do this job for him so he could spend more time teaching his young and building his herd, but for now, he didn't trust anyone else to chase intruders away.

He walks towards the rocky shore of the Inlet when two scents cross his flared nostrils. His body takes immediate action because he knows it was Shamwari on his shore. The last time the Prairie Lead came he swiped his daughter, but he had brought reinforcements with him. Warsaw still did not know the stallion Shamwari had brought, but this time he could smell a mare on the wind. He had doubts the red stallion intended on stealing anyone this time around, but he could never be too sure. His grey legs gallop closer until the two were clear in his sights. Dark mochas take in the images of the red Prairie stallion and the brown and white mare that stood beside him. He wonders if Jabari had passed on the message to leave Vita Nova alone, but he assumes he had not since his father was here now.

Warsaw gets closer until he stopped a few steps away from the two. Eyes narrow and go between the two of them, but he keeps his gaze mostly on Shamwari. There were only two reasons he could be here without the intention of stealing one of his mares. He was here for Vita Nova, or to talk about Persephone, but most likely it was Vita Nova he was after. "I guess Jabari failed at sending my message." He says with a grumble. "You are not welcome on this shore." Deep tones warn the stallion that he would be chased out if he didn't have good reason to be here. Warsaw could not think of any reason he would let the stallion stay to chat.