Arrow Lake miss mirage

the alpha approached and spoke words of advice, and drakon went very still again. this time it was with the dawning realization that the man before him was... sort of a badass. what even was an artery? he thought it best not to ask just yet; the alpha wasn't done speaking. instead he accepted the advice with a dip of his head, a show of gratitude and respect for one with more experience than himself.

mereo. a training ground for soldiers. honestly, it sounded cool as fuck. depressing, probably, but cool. and drakon was already pretty depressed, so why the hell not? he could use a little more discipline in his life anyway.

and if i am? he ventured. what does mereo expect from prospective soldiers?