In the beginning, he’d never wanted a family of his own. Fiero’s own lineage was crazy enough to keep him well satisfied, a mix of strong personalities that had no business coming together yet they did. He was often torn between what his father wanted and what his mother wanted him not to do, one such thing was belonging to the lagoon yet here was; the not so perfect errand boy once more. He’d been told many times that strong blood ran through his veins, but why in the end was he so terribly weak?

His form was weak, beaten by not only his own raging emotions but the hate his beloved mate had spat at him when he attempted to make amends; that he didn’t blame her falling under Khajiit just as he himself had very much wanted to, his newfound feelings throwing more into the heavily overloaded pot that was brewing once more to go off. It was wrong, odd even, but there was something that had called Fiero to the side of the curly eared male. It put him at further odds with Switch and his son, though Fuego found great joy hopping between the pair of them and stirring the shit pot even more in his own favor; their child was rather sadistic in that manner.

Eyes of gold prowl the expanse of lagoon he’d yet to search, momentarily breaking his faraway thoughts as he follows the fast fading scent trail left behind by his woman, regardless of her claiming otherwise. His patience and sanity had dropped to an all time low during his seclusion, that even the brief visits of his son eventually turned to the older male chasing the younger male off in a fit of anger as he smelled so heavily of his mother every time. He needed her, and regardless of the child she had no doubt bared to the lagoon to have, he was going to have her back where he so desperately needed her.

Her scent is heavy with the stench of old blood and new life, a life that should have belonged to him had he the balls to be the male she wanted him to be. His leg’s push past the heavy foliage that hides her from him, the rays of sun shining into his gleaming gaze that stares out at the angry mare that challenges the very darkness where he stands. Fiero can’t help his lip from curling over teeth that bare themselves as if he truly was a wolf in disguise. She wouldn’t keep him from the squirming heap that lay feet away.

He lunges forward, an explosion of golden flesh leaving the safety of the trees to quickly close the distance between him and Switch, coming to her in a wave of anger and grief. His ears pin themselves to the tangled blonde locks of hair that had yearned for her grooming teeth, the scarred skin along his leg’s and sides from his tussles with the other men coil and tense as each stride bunches his muscles up that cry in relief when he extends his leg’s outwards again. No words are spoken as he comes at her just as she used to come at him, and while his gaping mouth is quick to seek her skin and pull, it is not to punish or to spill her blood while her child watches, but to let her know he’d have her regardless.

Fiero needed her back at his side, whether it be by force or her own will, he’d have her again.