The sudden uprising that Rougaru now faced with first Vasilisa and now Celestria, it was enough to unnerve him. He had been spending far too much of his time away from the small gathering of mares that he called his own and well, Rougaru was beginning to feel it. The war was Warsaw's idea, but since his grey companion was dealing with his own crisis back in Tinuvel, Rougaru had taken it upon himself to spread the word and do a bit of reconnaissance so to speak. More and more the island commands were changing and more and more he was beginning to see the unity that had built up around Luthien. They stood as a united front and the disheveled array of the other islands began to concern him more and more. He prided himself at being apart of the winning team and well, now he was beginning to worry. He needed his viper.

She was not hard to find, always she stood out among the shadows of the jungle paths and snow dusted meadows of grass. For a moment, he simply watched her, drawing a sense of comfort in the peaceful appearance of her grazing form. He wondered how she felt about Vasilisa's freedom. Of course he had not exactly kicked her off the island, but he had not offered to let her return either. Truthfully he felt relieved that she was gone. No more bickering. Of course he still had to deal with Calypso and the damage that Shamwari had done but he felt fairly certain that there might be a more realistic solution. Calypso never demanded anything from him and he felt certain that she ever would.

With a heavy sigh Rougaru moves easily towards her, thick saucer like hooves pressing firmly into the fertile soil as he slides beside her pregnant form. A soft smile tugs his lips upwards as he nudges her flank, his whiskered muzzle running slowly over the swollen mound of her belly. "Little viper..." he breathes, coming to a halt alongside her, emerald eyes brightening as he nips affectionately at her muzzle. "I have missed you." he murmurs, an impish smile upon his lips.