He let his brother’s down, his mate, his own flesh and blood; for what?

Fiero was not afraid to admit he was a coward in the face of a fight, but he was more of a calculated thinker. He had stayed in the peak to learn their ways, to find out their side of things for what went down during the battle on Luthien that suddenly had everybody against his half -bother; could he even call him that? Murderer. Manipulator. Liar. These word’s suited Cullen the best and the recent events that have transpired only back up this decision within Fiero’s mind. The gold stallion had mentioned how he had kept Fiero’s mate and son safe while he’d been gone, a quiet threat as to what Cullen was truly capable off should he actually attempt to rival against him, holding something so dear over the dunalino’s head as petty leverage. He’d had enough.

Gold eyes search the trees for that of his father,having been quick to scramble after him instead of facing Cullen one on one but he’d lost the elder male, and found himself in a scuffle against another new bachelor with curly ears and eccentric blue eyes that had captivated the usual loner that Fiero was. They had parted words and ways; touches even. He was confused about his feelings, even more so when left to his own devices and heart hammering away at his chest. This is how Fuego find’s his father, the dark yearling a shadow blending into the foliage of the lagoon, glaring at the one who had yet to approach his mother and beg for his very life. The smoky black colt had been around, merely watching and observing, and thus far had found a few interesting things which he was all too happy to share with his father before slinking off again with a snicker.

And now Fiero stalks through the trees looking for his father and a certain young stud who clearly needed to keep his nose to himself and off his lady; fuego conveniently left out the part about the khajiit fellow, wanting nothing more than the world to burn right now. He finds the place where his father had fought for his freedom, the ground on which the two men had stood turned up and scuff marks everywhere, which eventually leads Fiero back into the safety of the lagoon following after their scents marked along the path they broke down.

Voices ahead have him hurrying, his approach quieting until their forms come into view in the ring of space they have found for themselves and idle chatter is taking place. “Rade,” his voice is silky smooth, a Cheshire grin playing on dark lips that is directed to the younger stallion in front of his father who he greets. “Who do we have here father,” but Fiero knows exactly who he is from the brief description his son has told him. He levels his wild golden gaze on the boy, “one of cullen’s or perhaps a fellow brother who doesn't know how to keep his greedy paws off my woman and needs to be reminded?.”

It does dawn on Fiero that Switch had perhaps instigated something to get a rise from him, and his emotions were already at a high from the silent threat from Cullen to think logically. His father being here is perhaps the only reason he doesn't lunge across the space between them and drag the colt to the ground.