With a proud swish of his tail across his speckled side. He watches as Shaydowfax retreats into the surf; her head bobs above the water as she swims away from HIS Dunes back to the Cove. With a satisfied smirk on his dark lips, he pivots from the sea's bubbling surf and trots up the beach. The flesh over his ribs is tender but he knows there is a price to pay. And he gladly pays such a price to keep the Dunes.

He moves with grace in his ground-covering trot, each stride deliberate. Until he angles his body back towards the herd and the Oasis where he will eat and regain his strength. The sands shift beneath his weight as he ascends the first dune, and down the other side. Sand sprays around the Sultan with every stride that he takes.

As he nears the herd, he slows to a walk. His head lifts proudly on his arched neck as he strides through the herd. He knows that some are not happy with how things turned out with Shaydowfax. But he made the best decision for the herd and himself, even if it was difficult. Shaydowfax made enemies wherever she set hoof. Especially it seems of Warsaw, since he went out of his way to fight a battle for her.

He slows at the pools edge. The waters are still at his hooves as he drops his dark lips to drink his fill. The waters are cool across his tongue and satisfies his thirst. His dark eyes lift as he watches the herd, each member is important to him.