The snark begins immediately after Fell’s command for her to move, and for a moment he abandons the original purpose of this little rendezvous to go after her. He smirks as he chases her a few steps away, teeth clicking harmlessly at her hindquarters as she had done to him a moment ago. The game is over almost as quickly as it had started when Azalais circles back around him, standing peaceably at his side like she had never even picked on him in the first place. Fell tosses his head in mock outrage, but he does not chase her off again, and after a second of pretending to be offended, he settles.

She asks him why he has brought her out here, and Fell glances at her out of the corner of one slitted eye. She knows he can’t actually explain, but at least she’s given him a question he can more or less answer. He wonders if she’s getting ready to make fun of him, but he reaches over to her anyway and gives her forehead a single little tap with his muzzle to indicate the first option. Then he shifts until he can reach her swollen barrel, and he lips purposefully at the spotted curve of her belly.

He isn’t entirely sure what kind of question he’s asking, or what answer he’s expecting, but both of them know neither Rafe nor Marceline will sit idly by while their grandchild is born on enemy territory. Fell does not want to bring a war down on an innocent child’s head, but he has not yet figured out a way to communicate that to Azalais, and he does not know what to do about it on his own. Releasing her is an option, but he is selfishly against such an option, and he can’t even offer it for consideration outside of simply driving her back to Salem. He might have done that before she was fit to bursting with the foal, but, well… Fell is selfish.

He resigns to playing the question game, after uselessly overthinking things for a moment. He rests his chin on the spotted princess’s withers, the last of the season’s chill causing his breath to leave his nostrils in a thin, pale steam. He is happy to notice that her coat has thickened since being brought to the Bay, though her willingness to be physically close to him would suggest that she is not yet acclimated to the cold. Or, maybe she actually wants to be close to him.. but Fell is doubtful.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.