Rougaru does not take offense to the defensive nature that his presence draws out in Rivaini. A single ear flexs backwards amid the tangled folds of his cream and caramel mane as patiently he eases his massive form into as much a languid position as he can muster. A warm smile spread across his own ash dusted lips as she called to him, registering his presence and welcoming him forward to meet the new addition to the family. Rougaru was not unfamiliar with the protective measure of mares and their offspring and with Foalain and Rivaini to care for him, Hades would be well guarded even if Rougaru was the type to take an absent approach. However that was not his style. It was no secret that Rougaru adored his pups, foals, whether his by blood or not were a source of great happiness to him, nearly in equal to the thrills of creating them. This boy would be no different.

”Hades..” he repeated, his multifaceted eyes of green alight with delight. Ears perk at Rivaini’s invitation and tentatively he accepts with slow and careful steps. Respectfully he reaches his muzzle out to exchange breathes with Rivaini and Faolain both, the broad smile unable to hide itself from his lips as he greets the duo. ”It is good to see you both well.” he continues turning his attention to the small bundle nestled in the tall grass.

Hades. Once more the name repeats itself on the wolf’s tongue. Dark ears curve forward curiously as his large head drops to offer his own whiskered muzzle to the wide-eyed boy before him. There is no fear in the young prince’s eyes, only curiosity and intrigue, a trait no doubt passed from tentative mother to son. Pride shown in his own emerald eyes as his thick baritones whicker warmly, reaching forward to exchange his own masculine scent with the milky sweet scent that enfolded the child. ”Hello Hades, I am your father…. Rougaru” he murmurs, his broad smile growing as his long creamy white banner flicks back and forth against thick haunches.