For once, the four brothers were taking some time from their duties and wives - racing the dunes as they had one time long ago. Shoulder to shoulder, shouting like young fools as they rub flesh and buffet one another side into side. Rigel struggles the most, but Antares maintains a proper pace for them all - the shore behind them and the entry of a blue roan before them.

The spotting of a foreign face hiccups the smooth-quadruple pace and spurs them all four into a gallop towards the new, taller, stallion. Size never had intimidated them, though Rigel was unusually potent lately and might otherwise have been far less keen to pick a fight.

Babies had distracted all of them, hiding Tarek unusually well in the dunes where once he would not have had such luxury. The four of them bear no ill will, but are clearly defensive when they approach, fanning out so that there was more coverage. "You smell familiar, or at least like you’ve been here for some time," the youngest bay says with a devilish grin, clearly raring for trouble if it could find him.

"I think someone has been taking advantage of a couple of new fathers and a disappearing brother along with the useless youngest upstart," the black brother glares, with the blue brother sighing a length away. "Oh, you two, stop it already. He hasn’t caused trouble for so long, can’t you just cool it?"

"If I am not mistaken, you are Tarek, son of my Indira? What little she has spoken of you as well as the overlapping description Rigel has told me of Naz’s one-time love, I would be remiss to not think you might go by that name." he seems well versed in virtually ignoring his three brothers, leaving the youngest two in the hands of the more sensible Rigel. "I have a daughter around Naveen’s age, Aminah. I believe her mother is his mother’s best of friends? Perhaps you would like to become a part of our home, rather than living on the outskirts of it?"