For every mare Garmr has gone after, none had ever leaned into him the way Druna does now. They all tried their best to escape his wrath, terrified of the beast that would devour them and their freedom. Instead, he feels her teeth upon his flesh in retaliation of his behavior, and her voice raised with her fury, somehow willing to fight against his words as if to prove him wrong. As if to prove there was anything more than just a game that brought her back. Certainly, it couldn’t be anything real, could it?


When the Lagoon Boss stopped shoving the little mare around, and stood still, he could feel her forehead pressed against his ribs where she had headbutted him. The warmth of her flesh; the heat of the swamp and the exertion causing them both to sweat, was intoxicating and strangely her Fall scent was not so repulsive.


“What is there to have, except for games?” he demanded. “There would be no other reason a mare would willingly come into the Lagoon.” There would be no other reason a mare would come to him in the Lagoon. While he had let go of her crest shortly after he had latched onto it, Garmr found himself reaching over to draw his blunt teeth across her shoulder, as if the very taste of her was his newest addiction.