The silver stallion watches them. Golden eyes gleam in the pale dappled shadows of the dense jungle. Long dark obsidian locks flutter silently against his sleek sterling neck as he shifts from behind the thick trunk of the tree that had concealed him. Ash dusted lips give way to a cheshire grin as he steps into the bright sunlight, his dark tail flicking in slow rapid succession as excitement boils beneath his skin. Medusa.

It had been years since he last saw her, years since she had been bundled away to hte island of ice and snow to secure some alliance between the old king and new. An alliance which clearly failed when her mate decided to come after Drogon and declared hatred for the wolf king. Ironclad promised to kill Rougaru and that threat was one that Annubis took seriously enough to keep a watch of their shores and of his father when he felt certain that those green eyes of the wolf would not catch him. Of course he could understand that feeling, he hated the idea of having a nursemaid. He had outgrown his need for a mother long ago. Not that she was still around for him even if he had needed her. She had been killed in Warsaw’s war, and that more than enough reason for him to dislike THAT bloodline.

Medusa’s visit meant one of two things, either she was here to gloat about her role as queen of the Inlet, or her stallion had failed to protect her and she found herself back home seeking refuge. He hoped for the latter. It would at least give him something to lord over her. She had always been so cocky and sure of herself when they were growing up. A deep chuckled rumbles from his lungs as he prances free of the shadows, lifting his finely dished head so that he can drop his golden gaze down on his painted half sister. A smug grin slides across his whiskered lips as he comes to a halt in front of her, tilting his head towards the small creature at her side. ”Back to show off the parasite beside you or did your man kick you out?” he asks, a mischievous gleam dancing in his yellow gaze.