I don't really like myself without you
It wasn't hard for the feeling of betrayal to find its way back into his heart. He may be older this time around, but this felt very similar to the time he found out Cherokee was pregnant with Lakota. He was losing her. Losing the passion he once couldn't ignore. Ironclad walks the pebbled beach, pacing back and forth for long stretches of time. By the time he travels back into his home his coat was dry from the warm sun. It wasn't long before he was upon the mares meeting for the first time.
Ironclad gives both a smile before approaching closer with slow steps. Medusa was his warrior Queen who would push him to be better, but Arael...she could be the soft comfort he needed. He had not spent nearly enough time with either of them. Especially Arael who seems to have tucked herself away until now. "Arael it is good to see you. I hope you find the Inlet to your liking." Ironclad pulls beside Medusa and greets his Queen with a soft touching of her muzzle. Blue eyes quickly return to Arael. "I see you have met Medusa. Have you met anyone else yet?"
He was interested to know if she has met his daughters. What would she think knowing he also had young ones of his own. That sparked the question of where her daughter had run off to.