Los vaqueros had been oddly… quiet as of late. Barely any missions, a new batch of recruits weren’t meant to arrive for another month or so, and there was barely any work to do around the base.

He’d been cleaning one of his guns quietly before he heard two sergeant’s gossiping together about a dragon nearby, apparently, the beast was nesting a mere ten or so miles from base. He thought nothing of it and told the two to get back to whatever work they were doing, but, he couldn’t get the dragon thought out of his head.

After lights out, against his better judgment, he’d managed to sneak out of the base an hour or so after lights out, starting the long trek to where the dragon supposedly was. He’d came across multiple bits of scorched earth, but no dragon.

He continued his walk, about nine miles from base before he heard a loud roar in the sky, the sight of a dragon flying past him barely visible in the night sky. He’d immediately started running after it, hiding behind a few small rocks that just barely hid his body, spotting the dragon landing nearby, feasting on a dead carcass. He didn’t know whether to run, or try and tame the beast. After all, a dragon in the ranks would probably be a great asset.