It did not bode well that Nahawi was unwilling to leave the Lagoon, though he was probably not incorrect in his assumptions that a mutiny was possible. However, Rehoboam had lasted through many seasons as one of the Lagoon's number, and had grown accustomed to their general apathy. Unless one of the other men stepped forward and took charge to lead it, Reh doubted the men would be organized enough to attempt anything. What was more likely was that their grumblings would continue to grow and build until enough resentment had been built up prior to the election that they could oust Nahawi from his position.

Hearing that Nahawi planned to try and run again was heartening, but saying something and doing it had always been two different things. The tobiano frowned, uncertain how the younger dun would have any idea what the other leaders thought of the Lagoon if he hadn't spent much time outside of his borders, but opted to leave it alone for now. It was not a wrong assumption. Rehoboam vividly remembered the way Rafe had greeted him on the shores of the Badlands.

"Tyr is not most." The tobiano said drily, a frown ghosting across his lips. Most leaders had not lived and breathed in the Lagoon, had not led and bled for them. If anyone was going to understand Nahawi's plan, it would be the golden stallion of the Ridge. With that said, the tobiano turned away from the red dun to let him mull over his thoughts. Only time would tell if the young Boss would prove worthy.

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