So far his newfound home was slowly becoming plentiful and it was no longer just his little family and Nils calling the expanse of sands home. Would his father be proud?

Fiero liked to think so, but given how he'd just up and left his age old father in the lagoon without a second thought, he didn't deserve it. The brotherhood life was just not for him despite the blood that runs through his veins that would say otherwise. Without much more care he gives a roll in the sand, extinguishing all thoughts that try to burden his energized mood while legs wildly kick out at his grown son who had tried to dive in for a quick bite; only to receive a nasty hit to the side of his face for the trouble of it. Fuego sulks off, more than likely to rat Fiero out to his mother. The older stallion continues to roll until he is covered in a fine layer of damp dirt from the oasis everyone had been sticking close to, which kept most of the heat off his skin as he went on his rounds. He checks the number of lingering heads when rising, double checks to make sure switch was where she needed to be and not running for him or the opposite way before he leaves them to walk the borders and check out the beach.

The dunes were a large space, easy to get lost in if you didn't keep your mind set on where to go, otherwise the sands could keep you going in circles for hours without ever knowing it. So the dunalino is not surprised to find another helpless soul wandering through his land, her calls heard and carried on the winds that give him reason to investigate her case. Much like Marc's entry here the woman was drenched in sweat and she too looked worn from her struggle in this dry element. "Calm yourself," he calls to her, climbing up the dunes she'd placed herself upon to perhaps get a better lay of the land. His eyes pass over her again, interest swirling within their golden depths as they further take in her situation and make an extra special note that she was indeed alone in every sense and way.

"Follow me little dove, there is water just over the next rise," there is a little smile playing on his lips, eager to have the girl even further into his home than she already was. Offer her what she wants the most right now and she may not leave, he ponders, legs carrying him back down the sands and then pausing to look over his shoulder to make sure the darker mare was coming before moving again. "The sand plays tricks on the mind if you're not careful," Fiero goes on to advise her in a careful warning, a single ear flicking back to hear her response if she had any.

There was the main oasis the rest of his herd called home but there were little ones he liked to go to that provided an extra piece of mind of solitude. Tall palms lingered around its edges, casting their shadows across the ground towards the pair of horses in welcome. He waits for the mare to have her drink first, casting a careful eye around for any others but so far they remain undisturbed. "I am Fiero, leader here of the dunes," he decides what better time than now to get the simple introductions out of the way, such a hassle when all he wanted was to taste the salt on her coat that was heavily laced with the perfume of the season, and he a fool to the effects of it all.