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The beast is quiet as he stands among the shadows, his green eyes glinting with caught light. When he finally catches sight of prey, it isn’t the one he expects. The familiar painted pattern upon the mare brings a fluttering rush Garmr had not felt in her absence. The obsession he had experienced for Ursa something entirely different. He manages to keep his body still despite the heady rush, debating how he might take to this opportune moment, when another familiar figure enters the scene. Only it doesn’t give Garmr such delight; each figure causing an entanglement of feelings the stallion could hardly cipher through. But even so, he couldn’t let the meeting carry on without him.


Striding from his watchful place among the trees, Garmr approaches the duo. Seeing Nahawi behave like such a colt in front of another, reminds him why it had been so important to secure the Boss seat from the red stallion. How did his herd take such behavior now? Did they still think him strong and wise, when he couldn’t even stand straight in front of a pretty face? A mocking smile curves Garmr’s features, but he quickly straightens it to a more pleasant expression.


“Well well, isn’t this such a great surprise?”he greeted in a chipper tone. “My dear Druna, where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you to come home. Did those Peak mares not deliver the freedom they claim to fight for?” he asked, before turning his green gaze to Nahawi. “How kind of you to find her for me.” Although it is not in his tone, nor his expression; Garmr’s eyes dance with clear mockery. “I've been missing my Companion rather fiercely since she's been gone."
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