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god_of_the_arena) wrote2018-03-29 11:05 am
god_of_the_arena) wrote2018-03-29 11:05 am
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Someone at the vet's office gave him the girl's number. He'd been told that she was one of the people that helped Bran and Foha when he brought them in, starved and bloodied. He hadn't had the chance to meet her when he picked the dogs up again.
Daine, she was called.
He ended up leaving a message on her phone, giving his name, the relation he had to the dogs in his care, and asked if she would be willing to visit their farm. He'd been told she was exceedingly good with animals, and whether Gannicus liked to admit it or not, he realized he might need just a bit of help. He was relieved to get a call back, and gave her the address.
Their homestead had come a long way from when they first bought it; the family had changed as well. There were still touches of Hild all over, even if she no longer lived with them, or in Darrow at all. He wanted to find some more permanent way to mark her presence... He would think of something.
He awaited the girl on the stone fence between the pastures and the road; there was another, sturdy wooden fence behind that, already lined with sheep wire. At his feet were three dogs: Foha and Bran, the fighting dogs Daine had likely met before, and Aster.
Daine, she was called.
He ended up leaving a message on her phone, giving his name, the relation he had to the dogs in his care, and asked if she would be willing to visit their farm. He'd been told she was exceedingly good with animals, and whether Gannicus liked to admit it or not, he realized he might need just a bit of help. He was relieved to get a call back, and gave her the address.
Their homestead had come a long way from when they first bought it; the family had changed as well. There were still touches of Hild all over, even if she no longer lived with them, or in Darrow at all. He wanted to find some more permanent way to mark her presence... He would think of something.
He awaited the girl on the stone fence between the pastures and the road; there was another, sturdy wooden fence behind that, already lined with sheep wire. At his feet were three dogs: Foha and Bran, the fighting dogs Daine had likely met before, and Aster.
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She'll want to meet the ram, too, but she's not too worried about him for starters. He'll likely have a good pair of horns and the inclination to use them if he feels pressed. Even a solid, stubborn sort of dog will feel the kind of blow an angry ram could dole out. The ewes and wethers might be able to handle themselves too, but a lamb wouldn't be much of a match.
"I'd like to start at the barn, then," she says. "We'll see if the ewes are made of stern stuff. I can say hello to the ram, too, but I wouldn't expect a ram to suffer any nonsense, and sheep can pack more of a wallop than folk realize."
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"Aster has already tested the ram," he said, eyeing the dog that bounded along ahead of them. "And narrowly missed a horn."
When they reached the barn, Gannicus gave the dogs a firm command to sit and stay. All three rumps hit the grass; Aster went all the way down, wiggling where he was. He rolled his eyes and pulled the sliding door open to let Daine in.
They had a small herd of eight sturdy ewes and three wethers at the moment. At the moment they had full run of the barn, with all the stalls left open. Geralt wanted to keep a horse with them; eventually he would figure out a way to make sure the barn could house all the animals without issue.