The stallion had lingered for far too long within the borders of Paradise after the newcomer had come. They had taken advantage of the absences of both leading males when claiming the tropical territory. Indignation had been the first emotion to pass over his dark features. Then his countenance had smoldered into a fury that still smoldered within him. Carthage had waited before quitting the land, striving to ensure all of his brood had truly gone before abandoning the jungle himself.
The instruction had been to cross the channel that separated Atlantis from the Crossing Isle before heading northwest to the Falls. It was an easy enough landmark to point out for his children, whose curiosity might sway them to explore first. When the sound of his hooves finally reverberated against shale, Carthage snorted roughly. The echoes were low against the sound of crashing water, but the various soundwaves tickled his dark ears. A smile tugged at his lips to find little Carrhae already ankle-deep in the pool. Then, a nicker, warm with his pleasure at her obedience, rumbled from his throat, in her direction.