The confession that Parvati had dumped on his shoulders had been too much for him to bare. Yasmina… his spirited, fiery daughter was not his own. If it were possible for his heart to shatter, in that moment it had done so. His grasp on reality had become a flimsy thread that stretched thinner and thinner as the moments passed. Fell’s. The girl was the damn black stallion’s offspring. The girl he raised was not his own. Was Rinnoch really his as she professed? Surely he had reason to even doubt those words. Hell, she had claimed until moments ago Yasmina was his as well.

Blood. Fresh blood and sounds of struggle cause his backwards bent ears to perk forward. Stocky legs halt their forward progress as the stallion lifts his broad muzzle and sifts through the salty zephyrs. Vaguely he recognizes the scent as that of Parvati’s eldest daughter and despite his own mental turmoil, he remembers now that she too had been even more heavily pregnant than her mother had been. Apparently the ice princess’ had passed on loose morals to even her daughter. Not surprising.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to turn his back on the mare’s pain. Part of him wanted to approach her with the same animosity that he felt towards Parvati and leave the innocent girl the victim of his anger. Perhaps that is on his mind as he slowly navigates his way down the rocky beach. However, even that changes as his feral eyes settle on the pale gold stallion far too near the new mother for the young wolf’s liking.

All the anger and rage he felt towards Parvati suddenly found the outlet he so desperately sought. A war cry bugles from his lungs as he launches himself forward at a headlong gallop. Dark ears lace tightly against his skull cap as he drives forward. Heels dig into the pebbled beach, spraying mother and newborn with his debris. Ashen lips peel back to reveal blunt, yellowing teeth and the guttural growl that lingers in his throat sounds almost ethereal. ”MINE!” he snarls, thrusting his jagged hooves towards the stranger. Again his hooves plant firmly on the ground only to be replaced by his searching teeth hoping to wet his tongue with the taste of the intruder’s blood.