Golden eyes study the red-eyed beast before him with unreadable eyes. Despite the proud tilt of his head, even Annubis does not miss the scrapes and puffing bruises that line the dark stallion’s body. It would take a miracle for him to feel no pain and yet, there is no hint of weakness in the steady gaze that fixes upon his own searching stare. Show no weakness. That at least is something that the silverling stallion can respect…. Even if he makes no comment on the matter.

The obsidian beast’s nonchalant remark to Annubis’ words draws a scoffing chuckle from the sterling stallion’s chest. Slowly, with almost lazy steps, the wolf draws closer, closing the gap of space that separated them on the beach. A coy smirk tugs at his handsome, whiskered features as a single fluted lobe tilts toward the dark brute. ”Come now Darko, do I really look as empty-headed as all that?” he purrs, his multifaceted eyes glittering brightly. ”No stallion puts forth quite so much effort if they have nothing to defend. From the looks of you, must be quite the catch. Maybe you ought to share, hmm?” he finishes with a meaningful wiggle of his brow. For a moment he says no more, merely studies the dark stallion’s features and crimson gaze in search of a reaction. Anything to show that his words hit the nail on its proverbial head. Even with the implication of his words, the wolf cannot hide the smile that tugs the corners of his lips upward in jest.

After a moment, the sterling stallion gives his proud head a shake, obsidian locks snapping audibly against the sleek curve of his ash-colored throat. ”No matter, keep your secrets. I am sure that I will meet them soon enough…” he continues, pausing to jut his charcoal muzzle back towards the jungle just beyond the beast. Right down to business… just like he liked things.

”The northern boundary of Paradise borders with the Harbor. If you intend to remain as my second in command, then I see no reason why your little slice of heaven cannot be there. It is rich with fresh water this time of year so you should have no trouble settling in.” he finishes, shifting the weight of his frame from one hip to the other, watching…. This was either the start of a beautiful friendship or his worst nightmare.