The scent of a male jerked him from his sleep. He would be damned if another male set a hoof onto his home and tried to claim what was rightfully his.

Warsaw was snoozing not far from the shore, but away from the rest of the herd. He has been doing this for weeks now as he waits for the moment his Queen decided to let him have control. It was hard to admit to himself, but Vita Nova was powerful. She had defeated the mare who has usurped him, the gods had allowed it to be so. Still, the old grey stallion decides he would partake in the duties of protecting the border. He could deal with Vita Nova owning the Inlet rather than any other mare or any male he didn't permit to take over. This land has to be saved for his heirs. Ironclad and Letavice would thrive here and just maybe they would be able to keep Tinuvel under their command.

His joints pop as he embraces the thick fog that has settled in the Inlet. He uses the elements to his advantage, trying to get a surprise appearance in front of the stranger. His white face finally emerges out of the fog as dark mochas take in the sight of the smokey grullo stallion. He was younger and his scent wasn't recognizable to Warsaw. "Who are you?" Warsaw asks the stallion in deep tones. There was no way he could know if Vita Nova had invited him here or even if she knew him. Either way, he would not allow a stranger to take the things that were important to him. Warsaw was a stallion who didn't have much left.