The gentle patter of rain against the new leaves sung a soothing melody to alert ears. Despite the drizzle, the day was quite lovely. A kind of day that reflected the stallions mood, quiet and gentle, lacking the burning heat of the sun, but not dismal either. The dense trees above kept most of the sprinkling rain at bay, preventing them from getting a thorough drenching. Rougaru did not particularly mind the cool rains but he knew there were others who did not appreciate it like he did. The overcast sky barred the sun, so the day was warm but not overly hot. Over all, it was quite pleasant, reminding him that the autumn months were not far away. With the coming of autumn so too the season of rut. Perhaps it is the rising testosterone in his blood that causes his veins to burn with hunger as she meets his approach with a sultry smile. His own emerald eyes darken with hunger as he traces the feminine curves and contours of her graceful figure. Even now the wild morning plays through his mind, the day he turned her to his shores and the fire that burned through her skin as he savored the exotic flavors she had to offer. He takes a step towards her, momentarily forgetting the boisterous colt nosing through the grasses nearby. Drogon does not let himself go unnoticed for long and the wolf grows its displeasure inside him. The idea of finally planting his own seed within her belly firmly in its mind. He ushers Vanya a wolfish grin before turning his attention once more to Drogon as the colt abandoned his current curiosity to bump affectionately against him. Rougaru feigns a wound as the boy reaches to nip his shoulder. Thickly muscles forelegs bend beneath him as he lifts himself in a shortened rear. Even in play he could not forget Vanya's watchful eyes. Let her drink it in the beast whispered and well, he found no reason not to oblige. Muscles ripple beneath his chocolate skin as he pivotes towards Drogon, a playful gleam dancing in his darkened eyes as his forelegs return to the damp undergrowth. "A challenge is it?" he teases stretching his neck to tug playfully at Drogon's growing mane. "I think those words sounded like a challenge to me." he continued, bumping the boy lightly with his nose, careful not to put to much force behind it. He would never dream of harming him nor any other foal his or not. It was his weakness.

And Vanya knew it.

Her sly remark draws his gaze from the boy to fixate once more on the sultry mare. Her remark of finding some other place to hide brings a challenging smile to his own lips as he turns towards her. "Don't be so sure dearest Vanya. I have quite the long and far reaching grasp. My hunger seldom quenched." His baritones deep and rich usher forth smoothly into the air between them as he gestures to the jungle that surrounded them. "There is not many places here that my hooves have not tread."

She does not move towards him as he expects, flaunting her body and the exotic arch of her neck framed by long dark threads. She does not openly lust for him as the beast lusts for hr and yet it is her dark eyes that beckon him towards her unabashed. Saucer-like hooves close the distance of space that separates them. His ears fall backwards as she warms that she stays for Drogon's sake alone. It was meant to slice at his pride. Like a sharp thorn it jabs at his mind and lips peel back in the beginnings of a snarl. Lust gleams in his eyes as he stretches his neck to rake his teeth along the black line of her spine. He does not dip deep into her flesh, does not strike for blood but instead to sake his lust for her touch in as welcoming a manner as he can manage. Drogon was still here after all. He would learn soon enough but for now, the seasons are still fresh and he had time yet. Let her yearn for him.

Hot fetid breath breathes against her cool, damp skin. "Not his sake alone." he murmurs, pressing his chest against her slender belly. "You hunger for my touch just as I do yours" he adds, drawing his teeth away from her skin, tongue curling across his lips as the mischevious smile grows. "If you want your freedom... I will give it to you. But it comes with a cost. Nothing in this world is free." he adds chuckling, his thick crown shaking, sending long tattered locks settling haphazardly along his curved neck. Valka wanted their freedom... she never said how it should come after all. Vanya was not one he was ready to be free of. Not now... not ever.