Garmr is prowling back into the Lagoon, just about to reach one of his frequented spots, when he hears his name. It isn’t said with the same sort of reverence as it was last time and instantly the stallion pins his ears, but they are already lifted by the time Druna arrives. The stallion casts his cool green gaze over her growing body, not for the first time wondering if it is a son or a daughter she is carrying within her. He hopes for the first, but already knows what he would do if it was the latter, whether Druna approved of the idea or not.


The stallion doesn’t bother to ask what she wants, Druna is quick to tell him without any prompting. When she lays her teeth upon his flesh, Garmr does not want to disappoint, knowing she has done it with reason. Twisting his head around, he nips at her cheek and at her neck, hoping to grab the flesh between his blunt teeth and leave a stinging welp. Nothing like when he had shoved her around in anger, nor would he when she was carrying such precious cargo. But that wouldn’t stop him from leaving marks upon her painted pelt.


“What is it to a trinket what a Boss does?” he retorts, his voice chilled and meant to be piercing. “If I want to laze about my home, then that is exactly what I will do.” Garmr does have a plan; a growing one that had not quite come to fruition yet. It would take time to grow and fester, like he had hoped the anger in the Lagoon would. Frustration had boiled beneath Garmr’s skin when none of the brothers seemed to care about their General’s death. No actions taken; no questions raised; they seemed content to just ignore that it had even happened.


Despite how roughly his words could be taken, he doesn’t expect them to make any sort of cut into Druna’s feelings. He lets his thick tail snap from one side, then then other, feeling the curtain brush against her hip too from how close they stood. When he speaks again, Garmr finds himself asking something completely out of context from what she had come to antagonize him over. “What if I’m no longer Boss?” he asked. “Would you still follow me around to torment me? Or would the privilege be passed on to the new Boss?”


Without the allure of the season that had gotten her pregnant, Garmr thinks that whatever answer she gives him now, will hopefully be a closer version of the truth. So that he might know the extent of her loyalty to him or to his power.