She peers into the shadows, watchful and wary, but not hidden. Garmr cannot help but smile as she overlooks his dark figure standing so very still encased in shadow. For a time, it was only green eyes that can be seen glinting back at her. The same shade of green she has seen countless times. Although they are not kind, nor angry, as his had been. Instead, they sparkle with mischievousness and maliciousness most days. But she has him curious and for now, Garmr does not reveal his typical nature.

“You’re not a lamb, are you?” Garmr’s voice rumbles from the shadows at last, like a dragon waking to find an intruder within its lair. “No” His tone changes, amusement lining his voice, and he steps forward to face the mare with a smirk curving his lips. “A wolf wary without its pack.” He states, as if answering himself. His green eyes slide over the mare then, taking in her appearance. She’s pretty in her own way, and Garmr isn’t so far removed from the season that he doesn’t feel some effects. But somewhere passed that scent he realizes that she is from Tinuvel. He’d only just returned from there; ironic that he hadn’t seen her along the way.

“Tell me…” His green eyes return to her face, focusing on the very depths of her gaze. “….wary wolf, why have you come to my home?”

GARMR