Perhaps it was a father's intuition that kept him awake as of late. Like a nagging itch that he could not quite reach to scratch Medusa had been on his mind in the last few days. She was two years old now. She was her own spirit and the betrothed queen to Ironclad no less. Warsaw himself had assured his companion that the princess of Paradise would be honored and well cared for of which Rougaru knew he had no reason to doubt.

Nonetheless, he cannot silence the nagging urge until it is a loud enough hum that he finds himself leading Annubis towards the ocean. He had been brief with his son, telling him only that his intention was to take him for a visit with his grandsire and to check and insure that all was well with his sister. Though Annubis had groaned about other things to do, obediently enough the palomino splashed colt follows his sire.

Rougaru had expected the welcome of the Inlet to be much the same as always this time of year. Always Warsaw was quick to appear at the first notion of trespassers or at the very least his scent a strong and fearsome warning. He had not expected to find Bjorn's scent as he climbed from the pebbled surf and onto frost covered earth. Reading the confusion on his sire's face, Annubis spoke up, "Are we at the wrong island Da?" surely Rougaru would know the way to his closest ally and friend. Ears fall backwards for a moment as Rougaru gives the boy a snort, shaking his skin of the excess water. "No this is the Inlet, home of your grandsire." he begins pausing a moment to inhale a deeper breath, searching beyond Bjorn's scent for the stale odor of Warsaw and his kin. "Perhaps there is a new second here." he muses, more to himself than to Annubis directly. Warsaw had not been exactly pleased with Bjorn last the smoky blue stallion had been mentioned. It was Bjorn that had been partly to blame for their defeat in the war for it was his withdrawal that had cut deep the numbers that Warsaw had banked upon. Warsaw had cursed his name then, why suddenly would the blue eyed stallion find welcome here? Had he a death wish? Was Warsaw in that much of a forgiving manner nowadays?

However despite the reassurance he tried to give to himself that perhaps the gray Tinuvel king had put bygones in the past, Rougaru waits patiently by the shores where once he would have dared to venture further inland. This was not at all what he expected to find and did nothing but further sprout the seedlings of worry that began to etch themselves upon his soul.