Anger sits under his skin unable to let it go. There had to be something around her to get his mind off Varanduil and he betrayal. After their last conversation, he could no longer look at the sooty palomino. He avoids him at all costs, which has been easy since mysteriously he hasn’t even run into him once since their talk. He went looking for the young stallions he had fostered into his care. Torsten was doing well though they didn’t talk much, Vaingard was growing up nicely, but he couldn’t find Nagendra anywhere. It was a pity because he saw good things in that boy, but now he had someone new to watch over. Fuego.

Cullen easily finds the young smoky colt each time he looked for him. His mother was almost always around so he settled for watching him from afar, but he knew eventually he would be able to get the colt alone. Cullen just didn’t feel like fighting with his half brother’s mate and creating yet another wedge between himself and an old bachelor member. It became clear with Fearghas’ attempt to dethrone him that he needed all the support he could get. He would rather have Fiero at his side than staring back at him from across enemy lines. He had tried to get him back to the Lagoon and failed. His new General had then tried, but he failed as well. Those pesky Peak mares.

The golden Captain watches as the young colt sneaks away from his sleeping mother. This was the perfect opportunity he has been waiting for. If he would work his way into the heart of Fiero’s son his brother would have to accept him back into his life. If his son adored his half-brother Cullen, he felt he could get Fiero to follow his lead just as his son will. Cullen moves with the colt, but stays at a distance for now. In the cover of the vegetation, Cullen was about to use this time to spring into the colt’s view, but someone else beat him to it. A young voice calls out into the darkness. Cullen does not know this voice so he proceeds forward to investigate. He comes into view of the smoky blue roan with intense golden eyes. Something about this colt was thrilling.

Cullen nickers, to get this new colt’s attention and to hopefully bring forth Fuego into their conversation. He comes close, dipping his legs in the mirky depths of the water. ”I don’t recognize your face. Who are you?” He asks, not giving out too much information to the young boy just yet.