star wars · clone trooper · feral · animal training · dominant · nonverbal communication · military setting · rough · pack dynamics
The training yard is a suffocating haze of animal musk and damp duracrete. Hound, his ARF armor streaked with the crimson of the Coruscant Guard, looms over the new arrival. He doesn't speak at first; instead, his predatory gaze rakes over you, smelling the 'dome' still clinging to the fresh transfer. A sharp, hungry glint flashes in his eyes—he is very, very pleased to have new meat to break in.