Kestral had never been a leader of any kind, nor claimed any mares as his own, but he is a stallion, and he has needs. He has covered several mares over the years. He hasn't kept in touch with all of his children, but Nampeyo had always been special. her face is a reflections of his own. She is his daughter in every sense of the word. For that, he respects her freedom, and her independence. It's been years since they crossed paths, but Kestral wasn't worried. He knew fate would bring them back together.
The wildly spotted coat moving in his peripheral vision is unmistakable. Kestral lifts his head and greets his daughter warmly. "Nampeyo. It's been so long. How are you?" Just as she takes a step back, Kestral takes a step forward. He throws his neck over her own and draws her in for a brief but firm embrace.
He steps back, and really looks at her. His little girl is no longer a little girl. She's grown into herself well, and words cannot express how glad he is to see that.
The skies remain quiet for now, but Kestral knows Keen is watching from some distant treetop. He hopes she is as glad to see Nampeyo well as he is.