Childish, that was the way Nahawi saw Peyote in this moment. The red duns blue eyes were forced to stay steady instead of rolling back into his head, much like they really wanted to do. Nahawi held no real time for childish games, but he should have known better the moment he had come and aimed to take Peyote. He had won this round, yes, but that did not mean he would win any future ones either.

Letting out a faint breath, Nahawi watched the stallion before he turned and attacked the ocean in a way that had him bristling. Nahawi had a lot to change now and his first step would be making sure everyone, literally everyone in his home was safe. He was not sure how to protect Shiloh, but now she was high on his list. With Garmr’s threat, it left a sour taste in his mouth and with how Peyote was currently acting, it left a crater in his gut. He knew what he should do, but that was not something he could do if he wished to even hold a shred of himself in the coming months.

Moving behind the Lagoon stallion with his body tense, Nahawi entered the waves himself with his nose almost touching Peyote's rump. He would not go much closer as a well aimed swimming hind hoof could still do damage. For now, he just followed with his ears erect and soon enough once he touched his home, he would scream and tell everyone to hide, without showing just how many members he had in his home.

(Continue in the Shore? ^.^)