Life goes on without stopping to think of the disappearances in the islands. It was difficult, at times, for Warsaw to keep moving forward, but the future kept him on his goals. He spent a lot more time with Ironclad than Letavice, but that was mostly because Ironclad always found him and asked him a million questions. Ironclad was a go getter and so curious about herd life. His son ran around chasing these grown mares when he should be after fillies he own age.

That was a problem for another time. Today, he would focus on his other heir. He needed to know what Letavice wanted out of life. Did he even want to lead with his brother? It was Warsaw's hope that the boys would always be close. He hopes that they will always help and protect one another. Warsaw was glad he had never had to seperate them because of his deal with Cullen. That meant Nova had a colt.

The war had turned his thoughts away from a lot of things that should have been important. Getting a better understanding of Letavice's growing personality was one of those things. Warsaw leans againt the bark of a tall paper birch as his lips point to the cloudless sky. He calls for his son loudly, not knowing where the colt could be among the island. Warsaw's eyes than scan the area as he rests against the tree. He waits patiently as he didn't have any pressing business to attend to today.