Moonspear BWP5—siren

He was a rapt listener, absorbing everything he could, if only so he might have an advantage next time against Arcturus. The Beta was clever, more clever than he, and Dragomir would need every trick in the book to gain an upper edge against him. To say nothing of Hydra—he didn't think he would ever best her in a spar.

He was glad she mentioned the thinner air higher on the mountain; it wasn't something he'd known about, and thus far, hadn't any cause to learn it the hard way. In order to take advantage of Hydra's advice, Dragomir would need to be able to breathe the air up there without faltering, a fact the Alpha confirmed moments later. Yeah, that sounds good, he agreed, although it was accompanied by a nervous flitting in his breast. What if he wasn't able to breathe the air?

Too late to worry about all that, he thought; she was offering to take him now. Oh, uh, okay, he said, falling into step just a little behind her shoulder. Truth be told, Dragomir wasn't even sure he was physically fit enough to get that high, but he didn't want to seem weak by declining.