He smiles big at the newborn filly following after Cherokee. She was pretty cute but in a new baby kind of way. She was too young to be attractive! Ironclad prefers mare like Xiomara and Cherokee, only that knew what they were doing and old enough to be adults. Even if he wasn't one himself. The colt's growing tail flips behind him as he is introduced to Aiyana. "Nice to meet you." He says with excitement. He chuckles when Cherokee pushes her filly forward and she nearly loses balance. His nose reaches out to the filly in greeting.

Warsaw notices his son dashing back to the herd with an odd look on his face. Shortly after, their newest mare in the herd returns with a newborn filly at her side. Warsaw's eyes roll as his dark colt approaches the pair and begins his usual chatting. He did not worry his son would have trouble in the lady department. No, the boy was a charmer. Ironclad would help this kingdom grow and flourish. It was Letavice he was more worried about. His white son kept to himself and mostly stuck by his mother. Maybe he was shy or still learning, but he hoped Ironclad and his twin brother would work together to create a better future for Tinuvel.

Warsaw approaches the gathering slowly and stops near the side of his dark-colored son. "Nice to finally meet you formally, Cherokee. My son has said a lot about you lately. I am Warsaw de Devil's Retribution. I lead this herd now, but it was my Queen Vita Nova who allowed your trade to happen. I'm sure she will catch up with you one of these days, but for now, she is a little under the weather." That was an understatement, but he couldn't have everyone believing Vita Nova was so bad off. He could barely believe it himself. "Winter's grasp lasts longer here than other places so be sure to keep your newborn close and warm until summer." He warns the red mare with stern eyes.