There were many new scents on Paradise as of late. First his oldest daughter brought home some new stallion. It was news to him that the same stallion had lain claim upon the Ridge. He had given Nyimara to him in exchange for control of the island but secretly he had a feeling that the chocolate girl did not mind in the least. There was something in her eyes that he knew all to well. He just hoped that Bjorn was prepared for the mischief she was bound to cause. Warsaw had come, here to gather his alliances and begin his war. Rougaru was prepared for this, he knew that tensions were on the rise throughout the islands. When Liland had shown up with his pale mare, he could see the lines of age that wore heavily upon the stallion's face. He did not stay long, simply dumped her off and turned tail for the Bay. Larka was a pretty little thing, pale of skin and dark of hair. However there was a fire that burned in her pale blue eyes. A fierceness that said she was still growing into herself. She hide from him in the deep recesses of the jungle. She thought he missed it, but the scents of the Prairie hung on her skin when he nosed her out. He had yet to grill her about what nonsense she had filled the ears of his enemies but it would be coming soon enough.

But now there was another scent on his island. Male no less. Fierce possessiveness clung to his taunt muscles as the chocolate colored stallion quickly picked up a strong, swift trot, weaving through the thickly rooted trees and high stepping over low hanging branches. It does not take him long to come upon the small gathered upon his white sandy shores.

"And who have we here?" he inquires, his gruff tones taunt with suspicion as he slowed himself to a walk, halting alongside Vasilissa. Dark emerald green eyes glitter as he eyes the two strangers. Nampeyo he recognized, her pale spotted skin still intrigued him and clearly by the spots on his skin, the stallion alongside her must be her sire. He dips his head to Noctis, reaching forward to lip at the colt's forelock before stretching his attention shifts to Vasilissa. Possessively he lips at her thick raven locks, his gaze never once leaving the stallion. "Who are you.... and what brings you to my shores?"