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[god_of_the_arena]

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.

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[wildmage_daine]

Daine nods along with his explanation. None of the sheep feel ill or otherwise like they're doing poorly, so it doesn't surprise her that Gannicus knows his business. The more he speaks, in fact, the better she likes him. It's clear that he knows his animals well -- enough to know that even a well-intentioned dog might do harm to a sheep by accident, especially one not bred for things like tending.

"They're not sheepdogs," she acknowledges with a wry smile -- which turns closer to a wince as he shows her the bite mark on his arm. He doesn't look troubled by it, but that doesn't mean it's not a problem. In Darrow, a dog might be put down for such a thing, no matter the circumstances. Foha looks guilty enough that she can't bring herself to scold him. Besides, there's not much point when he knows full well what went wrong.

It does need to be sorted, though. Especially with sheep on the property. Mithros knows she won't be able to explain to them that the dogs didn't mean any harm if something goes wrong.

She nibbles her thumbnail, considering. "I can't change their nature," she says, "and I wouldn't want to, even if I could. It'll always be safest to keep them on different sides of a sturdy fence." Part of the problem, she knows, is that it'd be natural for the sheep to run from a dog, and that might be too exciting for a young dog to resist. She doesn't expect a remembered lecture from her to make much of a difference in that sort of situation.

An idea starts to form. "Can we go take a look at the sheep?" she asks. "I ought to get their measure."

[god_of_the_arena]

"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.

[wildmage_daine]

The dogs each get a last pat and some whispered praise before Daine follows Gannicus over the fence. "He likes the pulling," she translates as she clambers over, declining the assistance with a smile and a shake of her head. "He knows it pleases you." That's all to the good; dogs'll behave better for someone they want to please.

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."

[god_of_the_arena]

"He picked it up quickly. I thought a job might suit him." Something to learn how to do, something to do well. Bran did seem to like pulling his cart around, and it had saved his back and Krem's when it came to moving some of the stones for the fence and the greenhouse. He wondered if Foha might take to it. Aster was a bit too silly and unfocused.

"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.