It was finally his.

Paradise. His birthplace…. The home of Rougaru’s legendary beginning on the islands. Paradise was his.

And it had only taken years and years of patience and waiting.

He had not been forced to fight and scar his beautiful coat. He had not needed to kiss the ass of another leader like in the past; this time, he merely waited his turn.

And it was here.

The moment the chimera stallion disappeared, Annubis made his move. The grass had not even completely dried on the strange stallion’s markers before the silverling beast was carving his own marks into the soil. Raven-tipped flutes press forward amid the wind-knotted mass of his obsidian mane as the beast halts on the white sand beach to rear, his voice bugling his claim to the skies and any fates that might challenge his rule. A wolf was back in the jungle, and now he only needed to grow his pack...