The lagoon wanted him back. Even now with the hard rocky earth under his hooves he could feel the pull and tug that was his birth home calling, the whispers in his ear from past brothers urging him to rejoin the ranks like he was supposed to; perhaps the entire reason he’d ever been born. Fiero was a product of a lagoon boss, and his grandsire too had been one as well according to his mother, yet why did he not feel obligated to support his brother’s at all?

Cullen. Truly the only other child of Rade that Fiero knew and at this point could remember. He sullied the lagoon’s name, dragged their reputation through the mud. Raiding was fine, Battling too, but to Kill? A chill runs along his striped back, the skin rippling with unease that could easily be put off on the chill of the wind and not the inner workings of his thoughts. The peak was in their right for losing a sister. Which is why he is still here, a golden goose among the women who sought for his halfbrother’s blood and why he acts indifferent to her announcement of them trying to get him back.

“They will try many times, but i will go when i am ready,” his accented voice heavy with a sigh, as if he too were tired of the battles raging on and on, “I am taking the time to see both sides of things at my own pace.” Surely she was curious, this leader of the peak, wondering why the last remaining lagoon male hadn’t done much to get his own freedom or even ask for anything; until now. As she lowers her face to get at an itch he averts his eyes, the golden hues taking in how much higher up they were here, taking the silence as a sign to gather his thoughts about him. Had he not had a family to think about he wouldn't have minded making a home here.

She speaks, and while not familiar to catch onto the underlying humor about the words, Fiero does pick up that the woman was not at all insinuating that he had been wanting her to fail. Her words lacked any sort of accusation and so he eases the tensed bunching of unused muscle beneath his flesh, leaning back and cocking a hind hoof to appear quite lazy; which he was but Fiero wasn’t about to admit that. “I would prefer everything stop coming to blows, “ he admits to her curiosity, deeply ashamed for not having done the fighting himself, but it just wasn’t in him to lay a wound upon another. Fiero was his father’s greatest disappointment.

“In the end I am lagoon born and raised. My decision should be easy yet it is not. My mare and our son, my first if you can believe it, have been stashed away there. How can I go against blood when I have much more to worry about now? Had it been just me I would have done it, I think,” he is thoughtful as he speaks, warm tones while looking from her to the view again, “but I am a stickler for the past I had as a foal growing up in the lagoon. Things then weren’t not so bad and so I wish the same for my boy.”

Gold eyes look to her again, his soul bare for her to see that he was nothing like his brother, that his very being had not been tainted by the dark. “Tell me bozena, what would you have of me this day?”.