One heartbeat, then another, before Garmr hears the rustle of underbrush as Nazanin retreats from them to go and hide as she was instructed. The stallion barely let another moment go by before he moves closer still, his nose trailing along her shoulder and then her side. Feeling it move with each breath she takes before he raises it to her spine. Garmr parts his lips as he reaches her hip, letting his teeth drag down along the side, but does not bite. Still, he can now taste her upon her tongue as he continues to soak in her warmth and drink in her scent. Satisfying himself in a way that no amount of stalking had done in the last year.


There are no words that can escape the stallion now. Garmr doesn’t know what to say. He can barely comprehend how he feels. The violence driven stallion is out of his element and yet he does not try to escape it. Instead, a low rumbling sound escapes him. How can anything like this exist? He has no answers and moves his heavy head to rest upon her back, wanting to cover her with as much of his scent as he possibly could while also closing his green eyes, hoping to survive this long enough to think clearly again.