The mare speaks of Raider with disgust. A sentiment that he can easily find himself in agreeance with. Though he had never met the Lagoon's general personally, what he did know, he did not approve. It was Raider's attraction to Solaris that had first encouraged Cullen to ask for his daughter as his treasured trinket.

There was many a time that he wished he had denied the Lagoon boss's request for his Solaris. Surely there would have been another that would warm the general's bed. The damned stallion would have found himself a replacement. In truth he blamed the loss of Solaris on himself, moreso now that her mother Celestria was also gone to the gods. Now, only Annubis was left of their children and it was indeed a shame. One day he had hoped to introduce his youngest son to his eldest sister... those hopes were long dashed. Despite himself Rougaru cannot help but to snarl his agreement. Yes, he would have to see to Raider soon enough.

However her next words draw his attention back to the present. Despite her clear alliance with Persephone and the island of Luthien, the pretty buckskin paint of his past life implied that she wished to say, if but for awhile. It was a surprise but he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially one with such a pretty mouth and such a fierce bite. A single brow arched in question but he dare not ask them. Instead he dips his thickly muscled neck in acknowledgement. "You will be welcome here for as long as you wish it." he murmurs, once more that boyish wolf grin sliding easily into place where it belonged as her velvet soft muzzle reaches out to brush gently against his own. Faint as they may be, still those memories of times in the desert are there.

For a moment there is a silence that settles between them. A stillness broken only by the constant voice of the ocean waves as they lap hungrily upon the sandy shores. She speaks again, this time, her tones almost playful in their matter-of-fact delivery. The works however, are all but enough to leave his mouth agape in surprise if it were at all possible. He had no doubt that the damned Lagoon general would have been more than happy to take advantage of such a pretty mare in her heat. He himself had taken advantage of such circumstances in his younger years. Never again.Seeing Zjeena return from Liland's accursed touch was enough to cure him of ever making that mistake again.

Imdira's advance is not met upon deaf ears. She may have momentarily rendered him speechless, but he does find himself quickly able to return to his senses as the ghost of a wry smile plays upon her velvet lips. A hard snort blast from his nostrils as the whiskered lips of his own presses against her own. "Oh my dear Indira. I would be more than happy to rid your mind of such a loathsome creature." he murmurs, leaning into her lithe frame.

He was a wolf. He was a male.

He could not deny the sweet fragrant perfume that wafts from every pore and flake of skin. No wonder the damned lagoon general found it hard to keep his hooves to himself, among other body parts. If she was willing, then he would not deny her. The curiosity as to what she felt like, what she tasted like.... it had toyed with him for many a year. Now she offered it freely on a silver platter. He would not be Raider.

His touch his gentle, tender even as his lips trail over the fine curve of her spine. Hot breath exhales sharply as he shifts his large figure over the sands to bring himself behind her. Carnal lust dances through his multifaceted gaze as hungerily he rests his broad skull across the slope of her back, forelimbs gripping her sides desperately as he pulls her to him. "How about the mother of a wolf instead?" he purrs his lips lingering upon the silken threads of her black and white mane. The need to procreate drives him now as he presses himself into her. Blunt teeth grip the point of her withers, biting not to claim her as his own but to offer her sense of pleasure in the union of their bodies.

It is over far before he is ready. He would have gladly enjoyed the moment a few moments longer if it were even possible. Surely the chance would not come again. Indira was not exactly the type to present the same gift again and again as other mares might. Almost reluctantly he releases his hold upon her, shaking legs bringing him back to stand on his own four hooves. Shaking his proud head he offers her a warm smile, thick cream and caramel colored tail flicking idly back and forth against his now sweat dampened haunches. "You are better a mother to the wolves anyway." he teases bumping his muzzle against her shoulder affectionately. "Paradise will always be your refuge should you seek it."