Don't push me, I've got nothing to lose.
He hasn't strayed far.
A brief appearance at Sylva's raid, and a meeting of the newfound kingdom, and he was right back where had had been for months - stalking the mare whose presence he found more intriguing than others. They hadn't spoken to each other throughout the winter - she had left him out of fear, a trait he does not take kindly to. But he couldn't help but to watch her birth his child, no matter his pent-up anger.
It doesn't take long, and the newborn slides out from his mother effortlessly. She is strong. Mortem thinks to himself. Most mares would be doubled over in pain, taking hours to birth their children; but Lazado slips out in minutes, and soon she is on her feet.
His twisted flame called to him - an urgent cry upon the wind. The spotted child stands momentarily, and mimics his mother's call before drinking her milk hastily. The clown emerges from his hiding spot, and takes place in front of his mare.
"Is he worthy?" He does not waste time. Lillith had already proven herself, but he would not take the child unless he was deserving of a place in Sylva. "I have saved us a place in Gryffen's new kingdom."
Modicum Mortem