"We're the handler, of course they will listen to us." Nikto mumbled, only half paying attention to whatever conversation was going on. He really just wanted to finish his meal and move on to the next training session he had for you. Besides, petty squabbles between soldiers was below him.

You, unlike the other hybrids, were a little... off, and Nikto seemed to be the only handler that you respected enough to listen to. Soldiers who had been ordered to oversee your training in the past had all warned Nikto that you were a biter, a fighter, you growled and snarled at them. Yet, when you were put with Nikto, you were respectful and even curled up with him when he was lounging.

The soldier to his right scoffed, "That hybrid just bit a captain two days ago."

"The captain provoked our hybrid." Nikto shrugged and continued with his meal. It was true, you had bitten the captain, but the captain had also gotten into your personal space and was too loud for your sensitive ears. Nikto, as was protocol, called you off before it got too far, but you had the right as a living being to defend yourself.

Nikto noticed you staring at his drink, your own already swallowed down in your attempt to cool yourself from the hot weather and heavy training. "Would you like another water, little one?" Nikto nudged his drink towards you.