He finds Viveka and what is undeniably his son in the Meadow. He’s lovely, red and white nad undeniably their. Viveka and his son slip from the water, striking out across the meadow and Rafe watches quietly from the shadows. Eigyr, the young filly who started all of this, is nowhere to be seen, and one of Rafe’s ears flicker back in displeasure. Did Zevulun demand that she stay behind? He hadn’t seemed the sort, but they did have a rather brief interaction so there really isn’t any way to know for certain. Perhaps Viveka had chosen wrong - not the devil she knew, but the unknown.
From this distance, Rafe can only catch snippets of the conversation, something about being safe. If he’s going to approach her, he should do so shortly - before she makes it as far as the Peak, or some enterprising young stallion gets bold at the thought of her pretty face.
Rafe moves from where he was settled, fluid steps that carry him near the pair. “Viveka,” he finally says, keeping back far enough that if she tries to attack he can hopefully react quickly enough that she won’t do any harm. He’s enough enemies coming, with this new effort against Fell. Because of that, she cannot be out in the open like this. Better safe with Zevulun, who has already fought him off once. “You cannot be wandering like this - not right now. Go back to Zevulun, or come home. But I won’t have Fell taking you and our child hostage to use against me.”