For a moment, the focus on the young spotted stranger is displaced. Afterall, he did not exactly give off ‘I am a threat vibes’... not in the same manner that clung to the chimera’s proudly cocked head. Everything about the tall stallion screamed authority. What does leave a pleasant taste on his thoughts is the humor that his asinine remark draws on the Shore King’s lips. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have a friendly neighbor next door for once.

Golden ooids glitter as a single sterling brow arches at the mentions of Rougaru and Xiomara. However, it has been some years now since Nyimara first started circulating the news of the old wolf’s murder, and even longer now since he heard any whispers of the fierce Xiomara (she was never really his cup of tea anyway). The silver beast recognized them easily enough. It gave him a starting point, and no doubt that was Asmodeus’ plan.

Instead of a reply, dark banner flicks idly against his heels in response. He could stroll down memory lane later in attempts to place the unfamiliar face but he has little doubt that even those memories won't result positively. He hadn't exactly spent many hours testing Xiomara’s patience along the Shore borders. Honestly, he had always been more interested in chasing after and annoying the fillies and mares.

But at least he can remember the somewhat relative peace that dangled on a frayed thread between Xiomara and Rougaru. That could be… appreciated. Especially considering his relatively new leadership role. Might be worth it in the end.

But before Annubis is put into an even more awkward situation of having to make a decision, the chimera dismisses himself with an open-ended invitation to the spotted boy. A far less forced smirk toys upon his whiskered features as Annubis dips his head. ”Maybe next time I’ll remember the basket.”

Multifaceted eyes of gold turn back to the spotted stallion, a single brow rising as the beast settled on the initial matter at hand. ”Well, which is it? Try your luck here or at the Shore?”