Falls

He might not have much ability left to travel so when he felt okay, he knew it might be the last time he had the chance. Warsaw takes to the sea and travels as far as he could go, which was not as far as he wanted. He could not make it to Paradise where he wanted to see Rougaru and tell him about his recent victory. His friend had to know their alliance was still standing now that he was back on the Inlet’s throne. Warsaw wanted to tell him in person, in Atlantis (which he hasn’t been to in over a year), but that wasn’t going to happen. He had to make for the closest land he could find.

Warsaw stomps his hooves upon the shore as he has an outburst at his shortcomings. Swimming had never been a problem before his fight with Bjorn, before the wolves. Now that he thought about it, he had not really swum anywhere since the war. His arthritis had started and his whole family was with him at home he had no reason to go anywhere. Warsaw wasn’t sure when he got so weak. The mouth suddenly felt dry so he finds the will to make it to the closest source of fresh water.

There was a young colt drinking from the water as he approached, but he did not hesitate to slide beside the young male. His muzzle lowers for a long sip before his mocha eyes glance to the colt at his side. “Aren’t you a bit young to be out here all alone?” He glances around, but sees no mother in sight to shoo him off. His eyes return to the boy. "I am Warsaw de Devil's Retribution, Lord of the Inlet. What is your name?" He didn't know why he felt a pull to this youngster, but something about him felt familiar. It was almost the same feeling his got with some of his kin, but there was no way this colt was his. His youngest was Battleborn who was now living somewhere far from these islands. I guess they might be about that same age...but no this wasn't him.