Garmr is not disappointed in the fire that the young golden stallion spews. Though how to handle it, the Lagoon Boss wars with himself over. To make the boy submit under him physically; placing the first mark on his pristine coat, and letting him taste his first dose of pain? Or to laugh him off and make a mockery of his supposed knowledge that made him feel powerful enough to behave in such a manner. Just as Garmr came to a decision, Khyber decided to join them.


The Marauder held little issue with making a retort, saving the boy from a much harsher reprimand than the Boss was about to give. Garmr passed Khyber a glance, having not seen him much since his return to the Lagoon. The Boss had not worried about his tactics of retrieval bothering the painted stallion, though he did wonder where he had been off to?


“I have no reason to start anything, kid.” Garmr said casually now as his attention returned to Cahyr. “Not starting with your name. Not starting with your training. Not starting with your entertainment as a spoiled, entitled herd colt.” But that wouldn’t truly benefit the Lagoon, would it? And a lazy Boss would not hold Boss title long.


“If you want something from us, you’ll have to earn it. So you can start by scurrying off to whatever Island makes you happy, cause chaos, then come back. Simple as that.” As if it couldn’t be bloody, and dangerous, and some herd stallion wouldn’t kick some sense into the temperamental kid’s head. “Or sulk here like a child for the rest of eternity.” Garmr shrugged. “That’s the freedom of your choice.”