Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

Three seconds after giving his real name, Atreus felt a little foolish. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, as the svelte man repeated what he’d already told Atreus for the pharaoh’s benefit. He nodded to concur, lips pressed together and curling a little when he heard his given name on Makono’s lips. There was something special about that. His regrets faded.

I’m a ranger, Atreus said, trying to play it cool even though he was feeling like an overeager little boy on the inside. And I’ve thought about… spymanship, he added, glancing at the small man whose name he still didn’t know before turning back toward Makono and admitting, I haven’t really mastered that skill yet.

He couldn’t be sure why he was being so honest today, though after a contemplative pause, he continued in the same vein and said, I’ve been training under the Imperator at Mereo for a few months but he recently disbanded the pack. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go but… maybe I could resume my training here? I’m really good at taking orders.

In fact, he’d thrived under Germanicus’s rule and, specifically, the eagle’s penchant to assign tasks to his subordinates. Atreus loved nothing more than being given a mission to complete. Perhaps it was destiny that had brought him to his fallen outpost’s kingdom today.