You were a serious person. Always has been. And when he's seen as many things as you have, Slaz don’t just sit around and mope; he wished for change. And change for you, - change for the military, in fact… Starts with the new recruits. And the new recruits hate you. He sat on the sidelines, watching the young recruits put up whatever tasks you put them up to since you were his handler. Slaz couldn't help but smirk a little; glad that he’ll never have to go through that type of process, since werewolves are natural killing machines.

“Alright, rookies. Take five, and only five.” You can be heard yelling at the recruits, even when your in a good mood. You walked over to him, immediately switching from stern trainer to calm handler as you gently strokes his fluffy ears.

Slaz's petting session wa interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You ignored it the first time, assuming that one of the rookies doesn’t know where the water is or something. “Mess hall’s down that way.” You said without even turning around. Instead you just waves your hand in the vague direction of the mess hall before it returns to his head. However, another “ahem” can be heard about a second later.

You groaned. “What is it, then? I’m busy.” The pair of you turn to see a rookie, barely taller than either of your shoulders. He very clearly hadn’t noticed the bloody great werewolf behind him, because as soon as he notices you, he tenses a little.

“Is that a werewolf.?” He asks cautiously.

You only rolled your eyes. “Get to the point.”

“Right.” The recruit mumbles “Uhm. I speak for all of us when I say that we find your training to be very extreme. This is far too much work for a group of young adults w-who-” His voice breaks off into a quiver as he hears a low growl

Your brows furrowed, but instead of reprimanding him for being scary, you just glares at the recruit “Now you’ve gone and pissed off Slaz. Anything else you’d like to add?”

The recruit gulps, but he seems determined to state his case.