Standing there with his four hooves steady on the ground, Nahawi held himself in a regal pose. His red and white head lifted upwards as his blue eyes locked onto the area he could hear hooves in the marshy lands. His long tail twisted in a fitful slap against his hip, the bugs of this home already wanting to suck his blood like horrible vampires. He wanted to be here, get his prize, and leave. For now, he had to watch his every move until everything was decided one way or another. However, he knew that with Garmr’s threat, he would be working on figuring out who was in his home and who was not.

Flicking his ears forward even more, Nahawi let his gaze land upon Peyote. The Lagoon bog monster had come at his own pace, but Nahawi had not expected anything else. With a toss of his head at the other stallions movements, Nahawi let a faint smile curl his lips before he tossed his head a second time and aimed it towards his home. “You will come Peyote.” Nahawi did hope that he had not lost even more of himself in this place, but here in the next few weeks it would be a full year with him gone and he was curious of just how sticky Garmr’s talons in this stallions mind had gotten.

Shifting on his feet, Nahawi pranced a bit before nodding towards the ocean. He would be following Peyote, knowing the stallion knew how to get to Atlantis. He would not dare let the other follow leaving his back bare. If he was anyone else, he would not even think about it. But he wasn't. Nahawi was the ex-boss and he knew just how sick this place made people.