Date: 2018-04-01 02:03 am (UTC)
god_of_the_arena: (fond)
"No, they certainly are not." But he said it with fondness, looking at the muscular beasts surrounding Daine. "I understand them well. But I can change - I would not ask them to."

Maybe once Gannicus might have believed that killing was the only thing he was good for, but he knew better; he found purpose in other professions, and he found purpose now in their little farm.

"They do get work around the farm - Bran has learned to pull a cart. He was great help in mending fences." The blue dog wagged his tail at the mention of his name; his cropped ears perked at the mention of his cart.

I like to pull, he said to Daine. And it makes him do the smiling face and rub my head.

Gannicus climbed over the wooden fence and offered his hand to Daine. She reminded him of his sisters, though, and he was certain she could manage a fence without him.

"The ram is out in his own field, but the ewes and wethers are in the barn yet."

He hadn't known the extent of Daine's skill with animals, and had thought that having most of the herd in one place would just make things easier.
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