He knew something had gone on between Cherokee and another male, but he wasn't sure of the details. He did notice the bulge in her belly, but he ignored it thanking maybe she had just eaten a lot during the fall foliage. He had eaten quite a bit himself, but he needed that newfound energy for all the traveling he was doing lately. He was still young, but he was nearly two and ready to begin building a herd for himself. He would need a few mares to help restart this Kingdom as it has grown rather dull. He escapes the reality of what might be going on with Cherokee by swimming outside the island and meeting others in the meadow.

He met two young mares by the names of Dalia and Mnemosyne (her name was hard to say), as well as the young mare Ivy. He has been unsuccessful in bringing either of them home, but at least he had brought home his grandfather. Meeting Devil's Retribution was an honor and he was ecstatic to introduce his father to him when he grew stronger. Currently, Warsaw was too weak for visitors and kept himself hidden to only his Queen and their children to visit. Ironclad wondered how others felt about that like Neon and Neferyt, but that was father's wishes so he obeyed.

He sees Aiyana playing not far from where Cherokee grazes. He knows he should be partaking the play of the filly, acting as the true colt he was, but his life was much different than the typical child. Ironclad has always been more mature for his age, but that didn't mean he always did the right thing. He was still a colt. Dark limbs move closer to Cherokee with a nicker, but the closer he gets the more he understands. She is pregnant. He glances at the filly, who actually should be the one he was attracted to. Aiyana was much closer to his age than Cherokee was. She had needs he couldn't yet fulfill as he wasn't ready to be a father or equipped to be one. It was disheartening, but what's done is done.

"You're pregnant." He says with dark blue eyes locked onto the mare's. He says it low enough to not alert the filly as she happily plays, but Ironclad's voice is serious. He did not look happy nor did he look angered. For now, he was just looking for an explanation.