This meeting was one he’d been dreading, avoiding really, but Fiero was a man of his word of course. Rather late than never. While his time on his isolated little perch atop the rocks had been rather appealing, not only had his brother attempted to win him back but another male as well; a follower of dear old cullen perhaps?

Fiero had never felt so wanted, the sarcasm dripping heavy with the bitterly thought words, golden eyes narrowing on the vague moving bodies he could spot through the light fog that had slowly been creeping along since the sun rose. He was lagoon through and through, coming and going just as he pleased with no ties that bound him forever to one ruler, but all the drama as of late had him destesting the place he once called home. Cullen had spilled too much blood, made enemies he never should have crossed, and now many had suffered for it all. Was there no end? The dunalino feared for the life of Switch and their boy, a colt his brother could easily turn against him should he want or use them both in a way that had Fiero heading his call and bending to his will.

No

The world is snarled inside his head, a form of anger the male had never felt surging forth. He had to protect them both no matter what. A dark shape moving against the rocky terrain has him finally leaving his post, legs aching from their lack of movement and the hardness of the new ground on which they walk, yet they carry him forth with purpose towards the towering form of Bozena. She is an impressive woman, in both size and how well she carries herself among the peak woman. Fiero tries to keep his expression neutral and not ogle her to death with his appraising eyes.

“Pardon the intrusion Bozena,” he inclines his head to her in greeting, wary of the distance he puts between them so as not to raise her ire any further against a lagoon stallion after having just sent another packing from what he could guess and assume. “Another of my brother’s lackeys?,” he muses, mostly to himself, but to also probe for an answer as to who came knocking now. Fiero let’s his gold eyes look her over, a brief scan for injuries, but if she had any she didn’t show it and so he remained indifferent.