Redsand Canyon Twerking at the hoedown

Germanicus not only answered his question but imparted several other informative tidbits, all quite succinctly. Atreus digested each piece of information with a bob of his head, his eyes continuously scanning the canyon walls before looking eagerly ahead.

He had never seen anything like the commons where Germanicus led him, with a honeycomb of dens in the backdrop. He mentioned choosing one for himself, repeating that keyword: “soldiers.” There was going to be a lot to learn here in Mereo, including the lay of the land.

And he would do his best, over the next three days. But Atreus couldn’t think about anything but his next meal once the leader steered him to a cache. “Take what you please.” He did not hold back, immediately pulling some carcass or another from the pile and sinking his teeth into it.

Once his beastly hunger was somewhat tamed, the wiry youth wiped at his mouth and beheld his new leader to say another, Thanks.