Fiero did not miss the smirk playing at his father’s lips, a bit confused until he himself caught wind of the other scent that was joined with his own. Darn it Switch, he snorts, letting his gaze fall from Rade to avoid any more embarrassing moments that could possibly concur. He was not a young stallion anymore, but this would be the first mare he actually had an interest in. Maybe it was her fiery temper that wasn’t afraid to put him in his place that had drawn him to his black temptress. Thankfully Rade doesn't let Fiero suffer in his inner musings for long, quick to be getting to the matter at hand.

The dunalino does not miss his father’s unwavering gaze with his first set of words, Fiero suppressing a sigh because of his lack of interest the lagoon had clearly fallen apart. While not fully responsible for the downfall, he’d had a small hand in it in his own way. Did Rade expect him to be something great with not only his blood running through but also that of another lagoon leader who’d ruled before his father? Sicily hadn’t told him much of his grandfather Thane, just that the man was a beast and not the kindest, ruling the lagoon with such a hard grip mares told stories of the demons of the swamp to keep their foals in line. Fiero hadn’t wanted to be like that so he stuck to himself. Thankfully Rade doesn't linger on the topic of Fiero failing, continuing on in his speech that calls for attention.

He had many good points, talking of his recent meeting with the peak woman; a scary bunch they were which is why Fiero had avoided even going anywhere near the mountainous pile of rocks. “What would you have us do then father?,” Fiero speaks up after a few moments to process everything he was being told. He had given Rade his view on everything back in the lagoon when he came home to an empty land void of men. The war should have never have happened, nor did his young nephew have to suffer for the sins of his father.

“I doubt the peak would want another of our blood to be seated as boss, especially mine,” Fiero’s curious tone letting on that he knew of the blood that runs through his veins just as much as Rade did, “we have wronged them, these women. We may not have participated in what Cullen started but we all wear the blood of his choices on our skin. Why else would we be stuck here in this wretched place?.”

Gold eyes blaze with the anger they hold back, he looks away from his father and Collision to the peak just beyond, glaring hard at the huge expanse of twisting paths of rock.