Despite his double loss in the Prairie, it seemed Garmr’s luck on this particular day wasn’t completely lost. After lifting his mood with the desert mare, Garmr knew he would need to return to the Lagoon. In the very least, to see where Nahawi went, and if he would be causing any troubles to Garmr’s recent acquired possession. Instead of finding the red dun, the draft was surprised to see the handsome, spotted male he had lost in the Prairie. A smile couldn’t help but tug at the corners of his lips, and without hesitation, Garmr jogged over to the newly made brother. Only one of them was in on that secret though.


“Hello gorgeous.” Garmr practically purred, as if he was a beautiful mare. Reaching over, the draft laid a claiming bite on Leukos’ shoulder, his tongue drawing over his lips at the lingering taste as he pulled away. It wasn’t quite as satisfying as the taste of blood, but for now, it would do. “Glad you saw reason, when your sire clearly did not.” Perhaps not the best way to say hello, but Garmr never seemed to take the easiest path. “Care for a tour of your new home?” The draft asked, as if he hadn’t just claimed the stallion like a trinket. It seemed Garmr wasn’t great at keeping secrets for very long.


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