Has the seasons changed already? It was hard to tell here in the land of sand, the very sand that Fiero had subjected himself to walking over and over until he believed he knew every inch of his new home. He is restless, for his mate was a mere ghost teasing the precious pattering of his heart, as were their children as they seemed to follow in her footsteps and become one; making tracking them extra hard in this ever shifting terrain. Too many times he walked the beach and his boundaries until his leg’s gave in or the heat made him black out for a time, so now he just waits.

Fiero knows she is here, knows the kid’s were around as Fuego had made it his duty to come and try to kick his dad when he is truly at his lowest point in life, in which the boy was sent packing each time with a new scar imprinted into his rump. Those brief interactions were probably the only thing keeping him going. He’d give her the space she needed, but he wasn’t about to let her completely slip out of his grasp. His Switch lady was his one and only, and even though his interests had certainly taken a sharp turn she was still there, yelling and fighting him every step of the way. He’d be a fool to say he didn’t prefer her this way, that fiery temper of hers that played well with his own when he’d first come upon her in the heat of the season, his first act as a true stallion and one that had sealed his fate when she came looking for more.

He lets out a heavy sigh, lifting his face into the morning salt air as he overlooks the beach once more, as if waiting for Switch to make a break for it again. It was one of many places he would check and see if her scent lingered more than usual, a sign that she was testing the waters and just how well he was really paying attention. Fiero was always on his toes, even now as he basked under the bright sun, his sweat slicked skin gleaming under its light from the workout to get here. He thought of searching out the other stallion he’d allowed to stay, the tall and burly Nils that was out of his element it seemed but Fiero had seen something in him that made him want to keep him near.

More security for his family against a half-brother that would surely come to kill him for going against him in the end, and if not him, then it would be his family that Cullen would set his teeth upon. Fiero had tried to keep Khajiit close for this reason, feeling a strange connection for the foreign male that had managed to not only knock up his mate but send Fiero into the start of his downward spiral. He grew to have feelings for the kohl eyed male with eyes as blue as the morning sky and of the sea on her calmest of day’s, the very thing his father had once suspected of him until he brought Switch into play and for a while Fiero had believed his interest in the same sex had been nothing but a passing phase when he was younger. How terribly wrong he was. This didn't mean he did not care for his lady, or the child that was not his, for the little filly was indeed his regardless of her curly ears and the same expression she’d inherited from Khajiit himself. He loved them all.

A shaky breath, legs trembling with the knowledge that plagues his weary mind but they push him on to walk the sandy beach instead of continuing into the dark pit that surely awaits him for his crimes. His hooves meet the familiar grooves where his path had cut into the ground before daybreak, a sign to anyone that he’d been here a while.