Fiero had seen the pair of horses arrive, but they had yet to see him, and he would have liked to keep it that way if it wasn't for his mother's words ringing in his head. Promise me you won't live a lonely life, she had murmured in his ear one morning. He could have ignored her ramblings, but he loved his mama and promised her. Fiero had to be social and go to these new creatures in his home, or else he'd be a liar in his mothers eyes; wherever she may be. A long sigh escapes him as he draws away from the shadows, slipping with ease through the trees toward the horses when the older one calls out. He might as well greet them while he was in the area.

"Benvenuto", he smoothly says in his mother's language, flicking his tail against his pale sides as he comes to stand in front of the men; hardly caring if they understood him or not. His golden orbs look over the younger of the two before looking to the stallion who carried a familiar scent to him. Fiero slightly narrows his eyes as Sicily flashes through his mind, but he gives his head a shake at the thought that the stallion knew of his missing mother. Perhaps the pale boy missed her so much he was starting to smell her on everything.

"I'm Fiero," he decides to introduce himself, hoping he seemed friendly enough, to distract his troubled thoughts. He looks at both of the stallions now, "what can the lagoon do for you today?".