Like the old Wolf himself, Fell is attached to his children. Unlike Rougaru, he is a terrible father. Not that Fell himself has many glowing memories of the silver bay, but he’s not oblivious to the Paradisian king’s love for his offspring.

Fell loves the children he knows, but for the ones he does not, his attachments are far more possessive. He had not fought for Reese out of a sense of fatherly duty, but rather for the simple fact that he belonged to him. For the children of the Bay, the feeling of possession is far less, overshadowed by a sense of love and loyalty. Despite the strength of Fell’s compulsion to retrieve and keep Reese, it doesn’t hold a candle to the stability of his existing familial bonds with Kohelet and their children, and so when the time comes, he gives no thought to tossing the dark child back into the waves.

He waits anxiously for the return of his heart, pacing along the great curve of the Bay’s namesake without rest since the departure of Viveka’s son. He knows it will take time; Rafe won’t just let Kohelet go until the colt arrives unharmed. He feels a volatile mixture of guilt and fury for not traveling to the Badlands himself to make the exchange, but Fell has learned his lesson with Rafe: he cannot afford to be foolish, and he will most certainly do something foolish if he sees that bastard striped stallion again.

Impulsiveness will bring harm to his family, so Fell must be clever.

Being clever means being patient, however, and the Bay stallion is miserably bad at being patient. He carves trenches into the beach with his pacing; he lathers; he doesn’t sleep for however long it takes Kohelet to return. (Has he even slept since she left?) He is perhaps only slightly less of a mess when the painted mare and the two children wash ashore, on the other hook of the Bay’s crescent beach than the one he stands upon now, than he had been when Rafe had torn her away.

Fell pivots away from the water and races into the trees. He aims to get ahead of Kohelet and intersect her path instead of trying to catch up behind her. He spots Mrgasira through the trees, her bright red coat more visible than Kohelet’s, but he sees her as well immediately after. He hardly slows as Mrgy excuses herself from Koh’s side, but he throws a playful, harmless nip in the smaller mare’s general direction as he passes. He is too riled up and giddy to greet her in a softer manner, which would have required him to calm down.

He does slow down for Kohelet, if only to avoid crashing into her in a similar manner as he had to Raegar. He slams on the brakes, hind legs tucking beneath him and front hooves lifting slightly. He has hardly come to a halt when he thrusts his muzzle toward the painted mare, nostrils working as he inspects her for injuries. When he is certain she is unharmed, Fell moves to throw his head over her withers and pull her into a rough hug, if she will let him.

FELL

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