Go find your father. His dam says again for what he thinks is the hundreth time. Why? Mikhail hadn't interacted much with his father beyond a brief exchange of words or a glance here and there. The painted colt wasn't concerned much with the fact that, despite being a few months shy of his first birthday, he hadn't formed much of a relationship with his sire. Besides, he preferred the company of his mother over anyone else here, who he just found annoying in one way or another. But even when presented with this fact, his mother still insisted that he seek out the wolfish stallion he called his father and have some bonding time.

"Don't say it like that," Mikhail says to his dam in the impudent tone most his age have mastered. Whatever, Zhenya says, firmly pressing her head against his shoulder. Go find your father. She says once more. With an aggravated snort, he heads off towards the heart of the Lagoon - the only place he has ever called home - in search of Felony. He wonders why his mother is so insistent. He's not even sure if he's going to stay in the Lagoon past his first birthday - so why is it so important to her that he "bond" with his father? Mikhail doesn't even bother to ponder it much; he has learned that his mother is a fickle woman, and it is simply best not to question her desires.

Mikhail's search is short; he might not know his father well, but he knows his scent well enough that he can easily track him through the muck and mire of their home. He comes to a stop a few feet from the bay stallion, turning his head to look at him with his semi-good eye, the other one clouded and staring into nothingness. "Father." He says simply. "Mother sent me." He shifts back and forth slightly, the mud sucking his hooves further and further down, though he makes no attempt to move or find a dryer spot to stand. He thinks the visit with his sire will be a short one, so it is pointless getting comfortable for the time being.