Garmr had known Ainaz would try to escape again and kept a close eye on her while pretending that he did not. The beast he also kept an eye on his sire. The pale ex-boss was becoming restless since that wench had visited and he expected something to happen sooner than later. And when it finally did, he was frustrated that it happened at the same time.


At first, Garmr had thought he would go after Tyr first. But what use was he? The once great Lagoon stallion was no more, and even after all his time spent in the swamp, he had not show a single glimpse of what he had once been. Washed up, done, over; that was all that Garmr could think as he stood at the base of the mountain, staring up the steep trail towards where those wretched women lived. Maybe they would mistake him for a Lagoonie and push him off a cliff instead of aiding him? That would be very fitting and satisfying. Garmr wished he only had the time to stay and watch.


Turning back, Garmr traced his steps back to try and pick up Ainaz’s scent, finding a few brothers had followed after her. Well, this could prove to be a little more interesting than the last time.


When the Boss arrived upon the scene playing out amongst the thick trees of the Forest, he did not say anything at first. His green eyes swept over the draft mare first, then Ainaz, then the colt-stallion on her other side before he came to a stop to stand with his brothers. A scuffle hadn’t broken out yet. Good, he hadn’t missed any of the fun.


“She’s a little wet behind the ears, isn’t she, Ainaz?” Garmr said, breaking his silence as his glinting green gaze settled on the small mare. “I can bloody her for you, if you’d like.” His attention returning to the draft mare. She was bold despite her age, and it reminded him of himself not that long ago. If it had been in any different situation, he might have laid teeth upon her, just to see her fury. Garmr was barely able to suppress the shiver of desire. “Or you can come home with me, and let someone else give her, her first scars.”


Garmr’s green gaze settled upon the little mare again, a small smirk playing at his lips. “It’s your choice, little bird, what sort of monster I am today.”