Rougaru does his best to listen. He does his best to stave off the snarling beast that threatens to rise from his lungs. Emerald eyes flash dangerously in the gray light of day as nostrils flare to exhale a strong breath into the cold crisp air. Proudly the Jungle Wolf lifts his head, caramel colored tail flicking back and forth against thick haunches with an audible snap. "It was a war YOU breathed life into. But I can let those bygones slide. The respect lost comes when you leave your allies without a word." he murmurs, pausing a moment to gnash his teeth together, "Warsaw was not your only ally."

Muscles roll beneath damp chocolate colored skin as Rougaru watches Bjorn suspiciously. He speaks of Nyimara and Rougaru finds himself relieved to know that she is not lost to the four winds. Seemed despite his reserve in the smokey colored stallion before him, the delicate silver bay mare seemed to still keep her faith in him. Absently he nods his head in acknowledgment of the words, shoveling away the father's worry and instead resigning himself to let her cards fall as they may. He had gifted her to Bjorn many seasons ago. "She was my gift to you; my ally. Yet here we stand on shaking ground as before." he mulled thoughtfully.

Bjorn's next words draw his whiskered lips back to reveal yellowing teeth. Yellow eyes gleam behind green as the fierce jungle stallion chuckles in dark amusement, his hip cocking to a more comfortable position. "I suppose you are not wrong there. I have quite a few enemies that would gladly see me fall." he begins, pausing a moment to let his gaze darken and arched neck curl inward with conviction. "My pack is my life. My world. I seek to have the islands trembling beneath the weight of my name even after my bones have long been bleached upon the shores... " he adds, his voice a deep guttural growl as he takes a step forward, small ears perked towards Bjorn as he lifts his muzzle. "What is it you want Bjorn? What will you risk to see it happen?"