Garmr was alone, though he hadn’t been for very long. Druna’s scent still hung heavily around him, and on him, when Canine decided to arrive. As he heard her hoof steps, he glanced over to see his red roan daughter prowling towards him. The Lagoon Boss nearly pinned his ears at her, wanting to drive her off for her useless to him for not being a stallion. But then she opens her mouth and reminds him why he hadn’t disposed of her as he had done to Canine’s half-sister.


Dark green eyes peer into the mirroring color of his daughter’s, and Garmr takes a moment to answer. Was she ready for such a thing? They narrow as he contemplates, though he supposed she was as dispensable this way as she would have been smeared across the Falls. Finally, a decisive snort leaves his nares along with a sharp flick of his pale tail.


“You may go now.” He replied evenly. “But remember, there will be no rescue for you. Should you fail, you will have to rescue yourself.” The Lagoon Boss’ gaze narrows then, as his expression darkens. “I suggest for your future, you don’t fail.”