His heart is a rapid beat within the walls of his chest, yet he can hear the very pounding of his being echoing inside his ears that turn to catch the musical tones leaving the other stallion. Blonde lashes lower over his eyes, veiling the interest that swirls within their depths with the fact that even his fellow brother had clearly felt the same unspoken connection. Those exotic eyes lined in black stare past the measly attempt to hide away, teasing him and causing his next words to become lost in his throat and all the dunalino can do is awkwardly break the stare off to lower his head and rub his face against his extended foreleg he stretches out, glad for the chance to duck his head and hide from sight for a few seconds.

So he’s not been here long to know of the occurring drama unfolding between that of the lagoon boss and his ‘followers’, Fiero muses to himself, bringing his head back up when he felt his mind was clear enough to focus without other thoughts interfering. Movement from his peripheral vision has him turning, yet it is his name being spoken that gives him pause and to nervously gulp down whatever witty remark he’d been about to say, for this Khajiit fellow had him pinned on the spot with only a look. Fiero is all too gullible with taking the bait that is offered in the form of Khajiit’s offered nose, reaching his own out in what little space there was now between them to brush his darker muzzle against the pale one, the delicate nostrils of his nose flaring at the musk and sweat his companion wears. “Mi sono perso nei tuoi occhi,” is what finally leaves Fiero’s mouth on rough accented words, slipping into the language of his mother, all while letting his gaze get captured by the alluring blues of Khajiit that seem to dare him to look away.

Fiero is put back on the spot with the words and the closeness of his ‘brother’, the tables turning so that he is the one being interrogated instead of what Fiero had originally planned. Damn him, he mutters in his head, and while some would have stepped away, the golden stallion can't help but to stay and relax under the warmth breath that is exhaled over his sweat slicked shoulder, chilled now from the work up but Khajiit was currently feeding the fire that was beginning to grow just under his skin. “Khajiit,” his name was terribly alluring to say, amusement lacing his words as he brings his head around to look more fully on his doting brother, “there were a few varying disagreements seasons ago. The boss lost all his men to the women of the peak and while some came back I stayed. I stayed to listen to the issues we were having to come to my own decision. So far i think i’ve made the right choice.”

What was his choice though?

Fiero teetered a fine line between helping the peak and being loyal to the lagoon. He’d even told bozena he’d help her but to what cost?

His woman was here, as was his son, two things Cullen could and would use against him no doubt; all he needed was someone on his side, someone else to give him more clarity on what he should choose. “What is your opinion so far on the lagoon?,” Fiero throws him a question like throwing a bone to a dog, flicking the blonde strands of his tail over his legs and far enough to lightly catch that of Khajiit on his own opposing shoulder with a subtle snap. His lashes lower, once more lowering the veil to his true feelings, despite how his body leans towards the paler stallion, "has all been to your liking?".

(Mi sono perso nei tuoi occhi - I’m lost in your eyes)