Redsand Canyon prolix

The Imperator gave him yet another assignment and he nodded his acceptance. He could not have said why he accepted orders from a stranger much more easily than he’d ever obeyed his own father. There was no pretense of love or even caring when it came to Germanicus, though. Atreus respected him, though there was no deeper connection there. He did owe the man too.

Germanicus’s question was so oddly specific that Atreus’s face contorted. He really couldn’t say. Well, Atreus supposed he could offer some reasons why he hadn’t slipped—he had, just never particularly terribly—but he had no idea how to answer the question about a wolverine.

I don’t know. I mean, does that happen often? Getting attacked by wolverines? Atreus replied with his usual flat candor. What even is a wolverine? he thought to tack on before answering the first part of the question. I was born on a sort of mountain, so I’m used to traveling on high ground.