This experience would be enlightening for him...or so he thought. Father once stood on this very island, not this exact portion of Salem, but his soul was in these sands. It was time to find out if he was meant for this life style. Being born a Prince in the Badlands to his Queen mother made him believe growing up he was meant for more than the standard life. Ajnur was meant to lead, but he thought he would be his second. Those thoughts quickly ran away with the loss of their home and the loss of their father. The damage that had been done to his family was unfixable. Mother...because of you my life has changed. Fela hated himself for being too young and too weak to do anything. Hidden away in the Forest, he did nothing. That all changes today.

The Dunes were his to do as he pleased. Would he become a King like his father or would this life prove not to be his true path? Without walking it himself he would never know.

Faint smells of the past herd still linger so he does not recognize the newcomers arrival. There was no one here to protect anyway so it really didn't matter much. The only worry could be said for the land itself. Another male could find joy in his new home and attempt to take it from him. Vána could show up to see the place and be put in danger. Though there was no way she knew where he was just yet. He would to tell her soon or she might never forgive him for it. Especially after Windfola's traumatic departure. His sister could even decide to stay with him if her heart hasn't settled in the quiet Forest with Persephone. The pale stallion's body suddenly stiffens with the voice of another male.

It seems he may have brought some of his worries to frustration. Another was already here, probably wondering why the place was so empty too. His new home would be at a great risk if he did not respond to the wanderer in a decent amount of time. Alert ears stand stiff on top of his head as he gallops towards the lingering voice. The stallion's musk reaches his nose, causing his body to tense alongside his ears. Besides helping his family flee the Badlands Fela has never truly confronted another stallion before. He prays to the sun high above his head that everything would be alright. Blue eyes lock on to the white male as his figure appears near some pooled water. The closer he got the more the speckles on the other's face darkened his coat from his own. The tall male was intimidating to look at.

Felaróf slows his pace until he comes to a gentle stop a short distance from the stranger. He waits until his breathing has cooled from the recent run before his voice carries to the newcomer. "Welcome," he begins with polite tones. He had no reason to show any agression towards the other male just yet, but his stance was on guard. "I am Felaróf de Roheryn, new owner of this part of Salem." Now he would know this land was owned by him so it was not free for the taking. "What brings you to my home?" His answer would be the deciding factor for the next course of action.