Garmr expects Ainaz to stare at him in shock, before whipping around and rushing to gather their daughter then fleeing to their freedom. He had imagined it more than once, dreamt it as well. Whether he was awake or not, the pain from it was always the same. A pain that didn’t make sense. Sometimes she would even spit her hatred over her shoulder on her way out, cursing his name now that she no longer had to pretend to love him in order to survive.


When Ainaz faces him now, Garmr jerks his head up in surprise. His ears tilt forward as it lights his green eyes. His reaction was the same as if her teeth had snapped at his face. Instead of fleeing as he had imagined, she stared him down with a fury that matched what he had seen when he had prevented the very thing he was now giving her. What further shocked the brute was that she expected him to go with her. Where could he ever go that would accept him as the swamp did?


The shock on the lagoon boss is short lived before his ears lace back against his poll. His head snaking forward and his teeth snapping close to her cheek. Garmr had promised never to hurt her again, and he would keep that promise, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t bluff that he would. “I will not repeat myself.” He snarled mercilessly now. “Get. Out.”


Perhaps if he elaborated, Ainaz would understand. But Garmr had never been good at sharing, and this time was no different.