The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin;

Warsaw came as the wolf expected he would. Grant it the wolf had been pacing for many moons now waiting on this time of bloodshed that seemed forever just beyond reach. It was here now. Warsaw wanted them to meet on the Inlet before making the journey to Luthien. No doubt a chance to gather the forces to represent a United front... However how united were they? Of course he himself felt a sense of loyalty to Warsaw but even the wolf had not missed the grey stallion's run of bad luck lately. He had been beaten by not just Liland but a mare as well. Now he did not necessarily see Xiomara as just any mare.... The creature was a true warrior at heart... But none the less... It seemed as though Warsaw's priorities were shifting and Rougaru had not quite decided whether this was for the better or worse.

But he had given his word nonetheless and so as morning begins to bask the islands in warm hues of purple and pink he takes to the ocean. Strong legs churn incurable currents as the chocolate stallion navigates his large form towards the Inlet.

It does not take him long to cover the distance between the islands. The bright morning sun had just barely begun to lift above the distant mountain peaks when his thick saucer-like hooves touch down upon the pebbled shores. Twin sonars flex atop regal crown as the wolf gives his proud head a shake, sending spray of ocean water splattering upon the shore. Nostrils flare as Rougaru sifts through the familiar scents of the Inlet, his great baritone voice rumbling his call to his oldest friend. He was here... And the wolf hungered for blood.

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