Royal blue eyes collect the image of reality before him. This iron colored mare was nowhere near the shade of red his Cherokee was. Her coat was brushed in silver ranging from dark to light with eyes like a wolf. Her build was much thicker, but her height looks the same. Unfortunately, there could be no relation between the two even though the mare seems young enough to be a child of his former mate. It was still odd to think about considering he was around the age of this mare who has stumbled into the Inlet. Her voice hit reality on a whole new level. Cherokee wasn't coming back. Not for him, not even for Lakota.

A sigh leaves his lips as she responds again, this time with a better tone. Of course, his head shakes a no at her offer. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't think she'll be coming back. I was a fool to think you might be her." Another sigh leaves his darkening lips as his eyes wander away from her for the first time. It was then he focused on the world around him. The ocean gently flows onto the beach like it usually does with seagulls flying in the distance. Sometimes they call to each other, but they spent the rest of the time diving down towards the sea. He guessed they were hunting some fish to eat.

On his right was a small slope the lead into the forest. His father usually lurked in those trees so she wonders if he was already on his way here. He could even be watching now to see what his son might do. His gaze returns to the dark mare and the division of the land behind her. If he was truly his father's son he would drive this mare into the woods to keep her as his own She had a lot of sea to escape in so he would need to be quick. He takes a few steps towards her to get a better read on her temperament, to see how she would react.

But he was also his mother's child and she wouldn't stand for him pushing mares against their will.

His nostrils flare as her scent becomes more distinguishable. Someone had a claim on her hide, he could smell another herd's scent on her skin. He was unfamiliar with the other scents on her skin so he assumes this other stallion was no alliance to the kingdom. He stops, still not close enough to touch her. "I am Ironclad de Warsaw, prince of this island. What brings you to Tinuvel?" He asks his question is a more grown-up voice than he had been using before in his despair.