He spots deep in his Inlet. He might had just let her be considering his current state, but something about the red mare called to him. There was nothing different about her versus other roan mares so he couldn't explain why he now stalks her. He follows behind her at a slow pace, quiet as a mouse for as long as he could hold out. He thought maybe she would be lucky enough to get away. Maybe he should just let her, but then a thought comes to mind.

She wasn't as young as his twin sons, but she was still very young. Warsaw needs to see his kingdom grow and to do so it will require building up the next generation. If his sons were going to take over this island they would need a herd and family of their own to drive them. Ironclad was already showing promise by claiming and bringing home mares. Letavice has started practicing his skills in sparring, but he has yet to do more than that. Warsaw thinks by gifting Ironclad a mare it might light a fire under his other son.


Old habits die hard.

She turns around and his head jerks up in surprise. He hadn't expected her to change direction so suddenly. Now that he was caught there was no other option. The grey stallion trots towards her with an obvious limp. "You lost honey?" He speaks with a sly smirk on his lips. He could only smell the sea on her so he assumes she was unclaimed. "Looking for someone in particular?" He was curious what brought a mare to the island of Tinuvel all alone. Surely she has heard the stories about him.