He walked near the thick trees the bordered the edge of his island. He was aware none of his herd lingered here because there was not much to offer them so he chose this spot to mutter his wishes and wants to mischief. The war had settled a lot of bloodlust in the stallion, but there was still the matter of his Kingdom. If it would come to another series of fights to find peace on his island so be it, but before he could do anything he would have to heal. The wounds on his body were too great to jump into another battle, but waiting was the hard part.

"I need to get this bitch off my island." He mutters under his breath, not realizing there was a listening ear so close by. He had already thought about stealing her older son after catching him wandering aimlessly alone in the Cove. The colt was still too young to do much, but by next fall his wandering might get too serious. Warsaw couldn't allow a spawn of Shaydowfax to get close enough to one of his fillies to mate them. The only problem was if he even attempted to capture Shaydowfax's son she would revoke her deal to keep him as King.

Solomon would need to hurry up and grow stronger. Maybe Tinuvel's upcoming eligible bachelor could overthrow her. The grey King leans his body against a sturdy tree trunk. The brown contrasted with his skin, making him more noticeable against the white colors of Tinuvel's winter. "If only there was some way to do away with him without her knowing it was me." The thought trails off his tongue lowly. He thinks that if something were to happen to the mare's son she might find it better to leave his island and never return. It was soon after his that the breeze blows the scent of the stranger to his nose. His straight profile points in the direction of the oddly placed female further on the outskirts of his home.

He got a weird feeling from her. Did just she hear him? He nickers to her in greeting, curiously waiting to see if she came any closer.