Perhaps this was fates way of laughing at his attempts to become a herd stallion, punishing him for straying from the ones he called brothers for all those seasons. He had gained back his lover’s affection only for her to become angry once more when his eyes wandered in the past seasons and then she was stolen right out from under him despite his attempt to stop the large draft woman from storming his beach and ruining their peace, and to top it all off Marceline had begun to slip away as well until her scent was no longer present here in the dunes.

Was he truly that terrible at keeping a better hold on his new found family?

He wanders the beach lost to the chaos of his mind, moonshine glinting off the quiet tumbling water that races up the sand to his wearily wandering hooves; the bitter chill the only thing he felt in the moment. During the day he kept to the remaining pregnant mares that continued to stay, not wanting either other of them to up and disappear on him as well, but also cursing at himself for not diving into the water to go after Switch; something he was sure she’d hold over his head next go around. She’d come back right?

Fiero shuffles to a stop, raising his head to look out over the waves with a hardened edge to his eyes that hadn’t been there before as he ponders if this was what switch wanted all along, remembering her escape then into the neighboring land but he’d managed to talk her way back home for a while. His fiery lady, surely- he shakes his head, blowing a heavy breath out through his nostrils at the very thought. She wouldn’t have. Yet it lingers in his mind as he pushes himself forward to continue his patrol, a festering thought that Switch had planned this random attack to take her, their daughter and unborn child even further from the dunalino just to spite him.