Parvati’s voice answers Kohelet with a defensive what? The champagne mare’s ears are flattened as she steps forward to meet them, but confusion clouds her face, taking the place of anger (or maybe just joining it) as she registers Kohelet’s accusation.

There is little room for thought in the storm filling Fell’s head, but vaguely he wonders if Parvati even knew about her stallion’s conquests.

He can do little but stand by as Kohelet lights into her half-sister. Fell’s ears tick back at the mention, and the memory, of the first time Loupgaru came for Úna. Fell had beaten him back and not expected to see any more of him for at least a season; not only had he returned for Úna almost immediately, he seemed to have prepared far better than the first time. Fell’s mouth sours with venom, but there is nowhere for it to go; he cannot rid himself of it with words, and Loupgaru is not here for him to release it through his teeth.

He stands, vibrating with frenzied energy, useless in this moment but desperate to act. His eyes sweep the Inlet around them for any sign of Úna; if he can just find her, he can sweep her back to the Bay before any further harm can come to her.

FELL

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