Blinking sky blue eyes and blasting out a breath of waterlogged snot, Nahawi steps from the ocean with his ears perked forward and his chin slowly inching to touch his chest. His brown colored tail flicks against his hocks as he strides from the surf, wanting to get this trip over and done with. He had won against Garmr, but the stallion's threat rested heavily on his mind. Who did Garmr mean in it all? He had his mares back home, his memory a bit shot on who all Garmr could really be threatening. No one knew of him with Devi or him with Ararat… or so he thought.

Shaking his head and prancing from the ocean, Nahawi moved with steady grace before his hooves once again rested where they had once been when he spoke to Rehoboam all those seasons ago. He could remember that day strongly in this moment, but he did his best to shut it out as his blue eyes blazed towards the muck and mire. His body was in the best shape it had ever been in living in the Shore and patrolling so well, but now he had to watch his back. He was worried suddenly that Garmr would go for Shiloh, the only mare he could not protect and actually kind of liked after their bit of time together. He would not call it anything more than a barely budding friendship, but she shot to the forefront of his mind for he knew Aase if it came to it, could protect herself and he would be there hopefully against any raid attempts.

Licking his lips, Nahawi untucked his head and sent his crying voice into the Lagoon. He was back and he had won a prize. Peyote would be coming home with him and Nahawi would fight tooth and nail in keeping the Lagoon stallion in his clutches. Peyote was not a bad stallion in all reality and it would take time, but Nahawi hoped he could change Peyote. It might be rocky from this point on, but he would pour his heart and soul into trying his best to show Peyote that this life was not what anyone should be living.