The enthusiasm with which Mahakanha greets him brings a childish smile to Fell’s face. The boy is lanky and awkward as he grows into himself, but the plans his body has for a strong and healthy adult form are obvious even in the yearling stage. The father swells with pride, meeting his mock charge with the smallest of rears and a playful toss of his head.

When the colt bolts away, Fell sidles close to Mrgasira, an ear flicking toward her to catch her quiet advice and stifling a chuckle at it. When Maha clears the log with no more than a clip of a heel, Fell rears high in celebration, kicking his forelegs out into the air (while the colt is still a safe distance away). He turns to Mrgy with a look of immense pride, pressing his whiskered muzzle to her cheek with affection before trotting off toward the log and Mahakanha.

He slows as he approaches the colt, coming to a halt with his heavy black tail switching at his sides. Fell gestures to the log, his voice coming in a rasping croak. "Teach," he says, pulling his muzzle back to incline his chin towards himself. He would not say that he has exactly gotten the hang of parenting yet, but Fell knows that he has never been so inspired to work on a skill than when he is teaching it to someone else, and he wants to ignite that passion in his son, beginning with the playful task of leaping over a log. Fell, of course, has launched himself successfully over countless logs in his nearly seven years, but Maha doesn’t need to know that right now. He’ll follow whatever instruction his son gives him.