TawnyAngel
Iorme was pleased with his new wher's growth. While the blue was still young he was learning quickly. It helped that he already knew how to train whers and what to look for. Iormesk was proceeding nicely. The grumpy handler had decided tonight they'd do a spot of patrolling. As a sort of test and reward.
He strode comfortably through the night. Their goal was the far outskirts of the Wherhold. Iormesk bouncing and burbling at his side to show his pleasure at being out. His blue flit Fang hissed at the exuberant wher from his shoulder. A hoarse chuckle sounded from him. "Easy Fang. He is happy to be out."
Out here the lands were on the very of becoming wild. It would be a good exercise for they young wher. He stopped. "Alright Iormesk, what do you smell? See? Hear?"
The blue trilled at His. When he realized that he wouldn't get a pat until he answered, he settled down. Iormesk wuffed the ground then the air. His large eyes scanned the night. Finally he gave a chirp for air and his wher trill.
He was surprsed by the answer he got. "You scent a wher?" Iorme looked around. What would another wher be doing here? Did it belong to someone or was it wild? He didn't the the young blue could take on a full grown wild right now, though he'd sure try.
