Visitors to the Bay were few and far between. Even rarer than the occasional interloper was the arrival of a challenger. Emhyr counted himself lucky that very few stallions had set their covetous sights on his mares in his time as keeper of the Bay. Yet despite his lack of battles, Emhyr had never allowed himself to become complacent. He patrolled the borders twice daily, sometimes more, and kept a close eye on the southern seas. It was this vigilance that allowed him to intercept the bay stallion almost as soon as he pulled himself from the ocean, a challenge poised on the stranger's dark lips.

Emhyr put every ounce of himself into that battle, determined not to disappoint Vhagar or the daughter they shared. He did not often get the chance to fight, and so he relished in this rare opportunity to let loose. Sand sprayed, hooves flew, and teeth flashed as the pair of stallions clashed upon the shore. In the end, bruised and bloodied and exhausted as he was, Emhyr emerged victorious.

After chasing the interloper back into the sea, he turned to make his way back towards where he knew his small herd was gathered, only to lay eyes on Vhagar's approaching form. He had been so caught up in his battle that he had failed to notice that she was observing, and felt a flood of pride wash over him, putting a cocky jaunt into his steps as he made to close the distance between them.

"Yes, I'm not sure I'd ever be able to overcome the shame," he replied with a wide grin, his voice laced with sarcasm, the impish gleam in his eyes mirroring her own. "I'd have had to let you kick my ass and then go sacrifice myself to the bears, I think." He, for one, was quite grateful that he wouldn't be made a bear's dinner anytime soon (though he would gladly let Vhagar wipe the ground with him any day).

Vhagar's gesture comes as a pleasant surprise to Emhyr, dark lashes fluttering as his eyes fell closed for the briefest of moments. As quickly as the moment had come, it disappeared, the scar-painted mare pulling away and directing her attention back to the rolling surf. A soft sigh whispers pasts Emhyr's lips as he moves to align himself next to her, his gaze roving over the horizon. There was no sign of the stallion who had brazenly burst into the Bay - not even the smallest speck on the horizon.