Thranduil was going to be pissed, and Garmr couldn’t help but smirk about it. The current Marauder was lucky it wasn’t his precious Pandemonium. After feeding him the wrong information about Nahawi, it was only right that he lose something too. Though he doubted taking the one he seemed more attached to would be good for votes later.


As if right on cue, Garmr’s thoughts seemed to conjure the package that was supposed to be delivered. Gold and grumpy, he stomped his way into his new home with a sour expression Garmr was sure he could mold into something worse. Green eyes flickering akin to wickedly enthusiastic, he strode through his home with little need to hide his large presence.


“Oh my.” Garmr greeted, his growlish tone breaking the silence that surrounded the squelching sound of mud from hooves. “You’d think earning the freedom to do whatever the hell you want would look a little happier.” His lips quirk into a smirk as his green gaze appraised the young stallion openly. “What exactly am I supposed to call a kid like you?” Shithead would probably be fitting, but Garmr kept the comment to himself for now. Not that keeping up appearances for himself was ever the goal.