The silver bay stallion watches the fierce painted mare. She was a fiesty creature, much like his painted viper. No doubt were the two to actually spend some close bonding time together Rougaru would find himself on the losing end of whatever battle they came up with. Perhaps that was what had first drawn him to her to begin with.... that and that sultry curve of her hip. She did like to flaunt everything that her mother had given her. Even now, standing protectively over her small colt, she looks the picture of feminine grace and elegance with the angelic curve of her neck.

Where normally he would have approached her with no regard to space, there was something fiercer about a protective mother and Vanya plays the part well. When the shifting of underbrush alerts her to his approach her ears bury beneath the wind tangled strands of her dark mane. He expects as much. Father would have had no qualms with dispatching a young foal that was not his own. Rougaru had seen it himself once or twice. It was one of the few things that he and the wolf were in agreement on. That was just not something that Rougaru could bring himself to do. Perhaps it was because his own childhood had been cut short, or maybe it was the wolf itself who merely adored the young, either way Rougaru knew that his get or not, he would protect this foal as fiercely as his own blood. He was born into this pack and this pack would be his own until he made the choice that it no longer was his.

A single dial tilts towards Vanya, emerald eyes blinking mildly at her suspicious glare. Her movements are choppy, the muscles taunt beneath her plump figure, she would never admit it but he did not miss the glassy glaze to her eyes that hinted to the pain she tried to hide. However, it is clear that no matter how much pain she was in, she would always be ready with a snarky comment.

Ears flex atop his skull as a mischievous smile plays upon his lips. He takes her response as enough acknowledgment to close the distance between them extending his muzzle to huff a warm breath of the foal's scent into his lungs. It soothed the beast, the smell of warm milk that clung to the boy's tiny muzzle. Multifaceted eyes gaze at her from beneath the thick cream and caramel mantle of forelock that splays over the broad flat of his brow. "I could say he looks like me... but it would be a lie." he teased, flashing her a wolfish grin. "Might have found your calling little bird." he teases flicking his thick banner with an amused chuckle. Muscles tense beneath his skin at her jab, not this year. Of course Monster would be soon to drop her foal anyway but aside from a brief tryst with Indira, he had not spread his genes much this year. Father would have been furious at him but he did not necessarily feel the need. He was already swimming to his ears in colts baring his genes. Soon he would need to figure out what to do with em all. Much as he wanted to hoard them close forever, Paradise was simply not large enough to support that dream and well, it would not be fair to them. "It's time some of them start to stretch their legs." he muses, more to himself than to Vanya directly. Beowulf was almost three now, he had spend enough time ghosting back and forth between the shores and Paradise. It was time he start searching for a direction and Rougaru knew it was up to him to nudge him out the doorway.

"Drogon... a strong name. Suiting. He is a fine boy." he murmurs blinking at the small boy with his upturned muzzle. "A name you thought up yourself or does it hold special meaning to you?" he inquires blinking warmly at the new mother with curious eyes. She was still for the most part a mystery to him... her history... her religions if she had any. No better time than the present to learn at least a bit about her while he could.