It is not often that a gentle call rings out in the Lagoon. Especially one that beckons to him. It halts the stallion from where he had been prowling through his home, his ears lacing back momentarily before they lift from the tangles of his thick mane. For a moment, Garmr considers ignoring the request of his presence. But he does not want her to continue calling out, or to gain any attention to herself that is not his own. So, he turns and trudges through the swamp towards the golden mare and their children.


Tsk. Children. More like useless, annoying spawn. He hoped she didn’t plan on whining to him about being a father when he had better things to do.


When he makes it to the awaiting mare, he is surprised to see their son has grown so much since the last time he has laid eyes upon him. Though it irks him to see it is a filly that also stands with her and not a colt, as he had not been present for the second birth to have known. “You called?” he asks, curbing his tongue from his annoyance enough to make it monotone at best.