It had seemed as soon as Fiero had come home he had blended into the shadows, almost nonexistent to those around him. He liked it that way, for he found better information when just listening with his ears and watching with those golden eyes of his. Despite not taking part he knew of the war that had brewed and the injuries his brother sustained, bad enough to keep the lagoon king out of commission for a while. Fiero rarely saw any of Cullen's subordinates running around anymore, had they had run off with tails between their legs? The pale stallion decides he's had enough quiet time to last him a lifetime and decides to actually do something useful for his brother; like patrol the borders that were lacking in that thick musk of men.

Pathetic

His rounds bring him back to walking through the trees, eyes looking for Cullen for mostly but instead they find a trio of horses, one of which carrying Cullen's scent that pulls our guy over despite not wanting to intrude. It's as he approaches does he hear the darker colt's mocking words and has the dunalino male's blood boiling just under the surface.

"Stomping your hoof like a child is probably the reason your father sent you here," Fiero announces while sliding in alongside the white coated male, whom Fiero could only guess was a son of Cullen which made him an uncle; how fun. Gold eyes slide over to the woman standing with the dark colt, "and you, filling the young one's head with silly notions? or maybe planning an escape? There are eyes and ears everywhere my dear so good luck."

Fiero would be a fool not to admit that the mare before him was easy on the eyes, his solitude having kept him from the much finer things the lagoon could sometimes offer and if he were in a different mood he'd offer the mare a chance to chat with a much more older man than the dark colt at her side who still had some filling out to do. Fiero takes a moment to look to the pale male at his right side, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he does so. "Ciao nipote," he warmly greets the boy in his mother's tongue of language before quickly correcting himself, "nephew i mean. You are a son of Cullen my brother then?" .