Rougaru was growing more and more familiar with strangers upon his borders with each passing day. It seemed as though each morning brought with it a new aray of scents and strangers seeking one thing or another. It was not something the pleased either himself or the wolf. With so many mares so close to foaling, especially his pretty little viper. This was her first foal and he did could not help to protective rise that flooded through his bones. Then there was Zjeena. Though Liland had apparently sent her away, he would not put it past the two faced stallion to realise his mistake and suddenly change his mind. Any day he expected to see the short gray stallion standing upon his shores with challenge in his eyes. Of course Rougaru would gladly pummell him into the earth for the pain and strain he had put upon his stoic ice queen, but he had a feeling that would not solve the complicated situation.

However the new scents that flood his nose this morning are vaguely familiar. It is not the damned Bay king... but familiar none the less. Muscles tense beneath chocolate colored skin as the large stallion navigates his broad frame down the winding jungle path and to the open white sand beach and yelling voices.

For a moment he halts, ears perked towards the scene that lay before him.

Leonid. Yes he remembered her now. The wolf reminded him that he had planned to face Cain for her... but then Warsaw had called his comrades together and well, she was put on the backburner... but not forgotten.

Like a burning ember the desire to claim the pale woman once more glitters in his eyes as he watches her dripping figure, lithe and angelic trot forward, her ears pressed beneath the creamy white ringlets of her mane. An like her shadow, Cain appears, his broad form drenched as he charges from the surge with ears pinned and teeth snapping. Own emerald eyes glitter fiercely with protective desire as dark ears pin beneath the thick mantle of his own cream and caramel colored locks. "Well well, look what the camels dragged in." he taunts stepping forward, large frame blocking Cain from Leonid's path. From the heated exchange of words he felt fairly certain that the black and white stallion had no intentions of attempting to force her back home. But just in case. "I think she found her sanctuary. And its time for you to go back to yours." he murmurs, doing his best to keep his tones devoid of emotion and his gaze nonchalant.