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04.Feb.13, 05:22 AM
At four years of age, Kela was the youngest of the large shaggy canines that Terken loved best in life. She was the only survivor from the first litter he had bred, and of all the canines, the only one he considered a pet. Her pregnancy was just beginning to show, though since it was her first, she merely looked like she was carrying a bit of extra weight.
He reached down to scratch her ears fondly, and put her on a leash. It was a rest day today. He had hunted yesterday, bringing down two wherries, and all the canines had been fed. Except Kela, they had been exercised as well, and were scattered through out the fenced land he called his own, guarding it, or taken to the beastcrafters to help guard the bovines from Felines.
He jogged lightly to the gather square, Kela keeping pace easily, tail awave with delight. A quick stop by the dining hall had a bowl of water for her procured, as well as a treat because the worker he always talked to had a soft spot for the (overly) friendly canine. Today's bit of work was mostly to keep her social. It meant that he would pick a spot, sit down and wait for someone willing to come and pet her to approach. The question was what spot?
He sometimes took her by the weyrling barracks to keep her well used to the sight and smell of dragon. If he was lucky she would get to meet the dragons, something she seemed to love. He suspected it was the mental touch of the dragons...he didn't know if she could hear them speak, but suspected she picked up on the emotions of the great creatures, if not the thoughts.
Then again, she loved it when he parked them right near the dining hall and the kitchen workers cooed at her during their breaks. He pretended he didn't see them slipping her meat or bones. She loved the creche too, the kids loved brushing her, petting her, throwing a stick or ball for her...and she loved them right back. He chuckled to himself over the canine being dubbed almost as much fun as a dragon.
He picked a spot and set off towards it, sitting down in the grass. Kela followed suit with a hand motion, and he pulled out his favoured brush to start grooming her. He hated sitting idle, hopefully someone would come say hello soon.
He reached down to scratch her ears fondly, and put her on a leash. It was a rest day today. He had hunted yesterday, bringing down two wherries, and all the canines had been fed. Except Kela, they had been exercised as well, and were scattered through out the fenced land he called his own, guarding it, or taken to the beastcrafters to help guard the bovines from Felines.
He jogged lightly to the gather square, Kela keeping pace easily, tail awave with delight. A quick stop by the dining hall had a bowl of water for her procured, as well as a treat because the worker he always talked to had a soft spot for the (overly) friendly canine. Today's bit of work was mostly to keep her social. It meant that he would pick a spot, sit down and wait for someone willing to come and pet her to approach. The question was what spot?
He sometimes took her by the weyrling barracks to keep her well used to the sight and smell of dragon. If he was lucky she would get to meet the dragons, something she seemed to love. He suspected it was the mental touch of the dragons...he didn't know if she could hear them speak, but suspected she picked up on the emotions of the great creatures, if not the thoughts.
Then again, she loved it when he parked them right near the dining hall and the kitchen workers cooed at her during their breaks. He pretended he didn't see them slipping her meat or bones. She loved the creche too, the kids loved brushing her, petting her, throwing a stick or ball for her...and she loved them right back. He chuckled to himself over the canine being dubbed almost as much fun as a dragon.
He picked a spot and set off towards it, sitting down in the grass. Kela followed suit with a hand motion, and he pulled out his favoured brush to start grooming her. He hated sitting idle, hopefully someone would come say hello soon.
