For someone who was always cloaked in darkness, and lived in the muddy confines of the lagoon you'd expect any offspring from such a thing to be equally as dark and twisted. Yet as Sicily looked over her new shiny little treasure, for the boy was just as gold as Rade, the grullo woman can't help but decide that her son was her light, her little savior.

Leaning down she brushes her lips along the spiky mess of mane he had, smiling when he lifts his golden eyes to her dark ones. "Dove mamma?", came his quiet, unsure voice. Sicily inwardly giggled. She had focused a tad bit more on teaching her little fiero her mother's language. He taken to it well but like her preferred the regular language.

"Not 'where mama' little one. Mama is right here. Try again." And then Sic fell silent, watching Fiero closely as he searched his little mind for the right word. His thinking went on a bit longer than what Sicily expected and so she took the time to look up from him and into the shadows around, searching for the familiar golden roan coat. She wasn't going to call for him, no, he had to come to her.

Movement along her chest brought her head down and she looked into fiero's smiling face.

"Dov'è papà?", the boy had actually remembered and was wiggling with excitement when his mother nodded to him and he pushed his body into her chest with a gleeful laugh. Nuzzling his sides she then nudges him away, and toward the trees, "go find him."

And with that the leggy colt was leaping and twisting his way through branches and moss, all the while calling out, "papà!".

Sicily took her time with following after him unable to hide her own laughter. Seems like they were both going to hunt down a certain lagoon king.