Fell listens to the visitor – Rosto – explain his purpose. It’s unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. His hooked ears twist in thought as he considers the proposal, and his tail flicks once, lazily.

He has a few sons of an age that would be appropriate for Rosto’s request. Managing colts has never been difficult for Fell, but some of the Bay mothers would be grateful for the break, he’s certain. Others would flay him. He wonders how Mrgy would feel about him sending off their heir to be taught and toughened; he thinks it might be good for Maha, but not so good for his own hide.

Fell isn’t immediately committed to the idea, but he doesn’t outright reject it, either. He mulls over Rosto’s proposal, at one point glancing over his shoulder as though the sons he considers are watching him from the ferns and raspberry bushes. His history with the Lagoon is not overly peachy, but one of the brothers had saved Pacific Rim and their daughter, and this one seems reasonable enough. The last thing Fell considers before deciding is whether or not Rosto is a valid envoy of the Lagoon, or if he’s coming with his own motives. He scrutinizes the painted stallion one final time, trying to identify any signs of disobedience or nerves, but he seems authoritative and calm. Either he is not breaking any rules by being here, or he is so confident in his insubordination that Fell can’t tell the difference. Either way, he accepts this as a good sign.

Finally, Fell lifts a foreleg and jabs the edge of his hoof into the sand twice in a decisive pawing motion. Two sons. He doesn’t think he needs to specify that these two sons are his own, and not those of his secondaries – Zurok and Canis will have to come and speak for themselves if they want to ship off any colts. Fell would risk the wrath of two of his mares, but not independent stallions living under his own roof.

Because he cannot communicate an alternative, Fell gestures for Rosto to enter the Bay borders while he finds and wrangles the two yearling brothers. He is lucky that Fearscythe and Axefall are thick as thieves, and always together; if one can be found, the other is never far, and they wreak twice as much havoc as one lone colt. Fell presents them to Rosto on the beach as soon as he collects them, which does not take long, and he singles out Axefall specifically.

"For Garmr," he rasps, naming the brother who had saved Rim and Uprising. He is unaware of Lagoon politics insofar as current leadership, but the giant Garmr had not exactly existed as a subtle thief in the night about the Lagoon, so his name was easy enough to track down. Fell wanted at least one colt specifically to go to the massive brother.

With that score settled, Fell sends the boys over to Rosto’s care with an inarguable nip to the hindquarters. The sons, at that perfect age where they are thrilled for any amount of adventure outside of their home, do not protest.