Rougaru had learned over course of the past year since his return, that there were some mares that were valuable to say the least. Now he was a firm believer in Warsaw's ambitions. His life had taught him over the years that it was a hard world, a world meant for only the toughest of souls. Trial and tribulation had been thrown before them and each time he had overcome them. He had seen mares fail, cowed into submission by the fates and gods above. He grew in the belief that the only place mares belonged was at a stallion's rein.

However in the time since he became the lord of Atlantis, he had come across those feminine souls that ripped apart that curtain that had been so meticulously sewn into place. First had been Monster, his precious viper. She had fought him at each and every turn and in that venom and fury he saw the strength and prowess that stoked the beast at his core. Zjeena had been a coincidence. She had been his trophy to hold over Liland's head and yet in the time she spent with him on Paradise he had come to see the analytical mind and calm reserve that the fjord queen possessed. She had not come to him full of hate, anger yes, but she had not let that judgement sway her purpose.

Then there was Wasp. Though he had spent far less time in her company than he had others, there was still that same sense of comradery that he felt for the roguish peak mare. She did not meet his eyes in hopes of kind words or colorful fantasies, no. She met his fierceness with the likes of her own. What he remembered of their pleasantries anyway.

Perhaps it was the breeze that brought her scent, or maybe somewhere in the recesses of his mind the thoughts had drudged her up. Nonetheless as he crested a rise near the beach he caught the flavors of her skin and a warm grin spread across his lips. Saucer like hooves pick up a quick three beat gait as he bound over tangled roots and twisting paths. Ash dusted nostrils flare as she comes into view, ducking beneath a low hanging palm. He slows to a halt, cream and caramel tresses tumbling haphazardly down the muscular curve of his chocolate colored neck.

He had not expected to see the Peak mare again. At least not in this lifetime. She stood for everything that he did not. Equality, freedom, choice... all things that he did not. Their parting the last time he felt certain would be final. Though he had not harmed either Macebre or the pretty little mare Cherish and her daughter, he could still feel the judgement and caution in her eyes. No doubt when Wasp found them there would be warning to stay clear.

However seeing her now, despite the struggle and strain to remain proud and daunting, he could see it. Something akin to concern flashes through his emerald green eyes as slowly he makes his progression towards her, twin flutes flitting back and forth curiously. "Wasp..." he begins, stopping just before her. Thick neck stretches out as whiskered maw bumps aimiably against her own. "It has been awhile. How are Macabre and the others? I assume you found them did you not?" he asks, doing his best to draw her into conversation. Perhaps after a few moments he could uncover the true reason behind the worry that clouded her vision... perhaps not. But no matter, he would do his best to at least help her to relax.