He grins as she returns his banter in full force— indeed, she was healed and in fine form. He bobs his head as she names, “That’s a fine name for her,” he rumbles once more. His skin twitches as the claw marks on his shoulder from the tiger goddess itch in their slow-healing. The swim back from the Isles had cleaned the wound and blood, at least. It had been agony for his broken rib.

As she thanked Evangeline, speaking a solemn thanks. Tembovu’s eyes darkened momentarily, for he did not like the dark feeling that laced through him at the thought of Nyx dying. He had but a feebly claim on the mare, but he still felt a camaraderie with the woman he had sparred and mounted.

His mind is yanked away from such dour thoughts as his little porcelain doll, Erthe, appeared. He had seen her swatted during the fight, but has assumed that the Earth God an his healers had taken care of her wounds. He had spirited her to his side during the battle, after all. That seemed to not be the case, as the usually spritely filly was painfully limping. “Erthe?” The surprise and worry in his deep voice cut off as another appeared in the clearing.

He smelled of mountains, snow, and Basin. He was not of the Edge. Tembovu’s ears uncharacteristically tilt back as he takes an aggressive step towards the blood bay stud. Though his appearance is prompts explained as he addresses Nyx and his children.

To his relief, Evangeline takes Erthe away to be healed, leaving him with a pointed glance towards the Basiner. He returns the meaningful look of the Moon Doctor, for he had no fondness for the Basin. Swinging his great head and dark blue gaze towards the man, who was apologizing for his trespass, he blinks once. So this was the sire of Nyx’s twins?

He studies him, finding him (begrudgingly) impressive. He was of strong height and good stature, and his deep bay coat glowed with health. A handsome crest of age adorned his study, white splotched neck. And an impressive red horn sprouted from his brow, one he had endowed to his children.

He allowed Nyx to answer his inquiry after their names. Though he addresses the subject of trespassing. “You’ve good, strong children. I congratulate you. But, there are still border laws that need to be respected. You are welcome to visit your colt and filly, but Nyx will escort you to our boundaries,” there was a bite to his words, though he tempered it with his impassive (and warmth) face. “And the Edge is capable of ensuring the safety of both of them and Nyx,” his brows raise as slight smile crosses his face, “Though, I trust you know that Nyx needs little looking after.” He grins slightly and glances to the new mother.

His ears flick sideways as the dragon who has accompanied the Moon Doctor flapped back to the birthing site. The elephant perked his ears, cocking his head to the side as the dragon eyed him with purpose. He squawked a warning bout of flame as Tembovu hesitated in following him, and the giant man pinned his ears. "I'm coming, calm your fires Dragonbreath," he grouchily addressed the winged fiend.