Nahawi’s muscles quivered beneath his red skin, clearly doing everything he could to hold back the fury that wanted to seep out. The glint in Garmr’s eyes darkened, his eyes almost predatory despite his continued smirk. Somehow the expression turns from mocking to sinister without really changing. The compliment filled with insult didn’t elect a reaction from Garmr; his seemingly relaxed body eager to feel the clash of the Boss’ against his again. The younger stallion so focused on his desire, that even a step forward from Nahawi could release the single straining thread of self-control Garmr was displaying.


“If the brothers don’t feel comfortable telling you themselves, who am I to snitch?” Garmr replied. “Besides, isn’t a Boss supposed to know the opinions of the brotherhood? Or have you not bothered to ask what they want?” Garmr sneered at Nahawi now. No, Nahawi had only released what the Lagoon trinkets, forgotten the brothers in the Peak, and demanded they place nice now. Garmr had voted for the red stallion for his own reasons, but now he no longer thought those reasons worth it.


“Careful Nahawi, else you might find yourself replaced.” Garmr warned with a twisted smile still on his lips. “I’d hate to see you fail next season.”


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