November 25th , 305 AC
Lazaruz breathed in on the fresh Ithanian air surrounding him..
There was no better place to teach his loyal companion than the
vast landscapes he'd been cheerished by, as a child.
" 'Ey, Sigrun! Get back over 'ere!~" , the pup would respond by playfully dashing between the surrounding greenery.. As a snowpaw Felicis, their fur contrasted harshly to the pure green nearby.
It'd been a couple of hours treking through the countryside from La Portée du Paradis that the pair had found themselves immersed by the great forest that surrounded them.
Lazaruz planted himself at the bottom of a nearby tree, opening his satchel to retrieve the sandwhiches he'd made himself before the voyage. The man had grown tired after the trip from Regalia. However, To the Ithanian's dismay there was only one sandwhich left pure. The rest, moisturised far-crys from the beauties he'd forged at home.
"Looks alright t'me.." He'd say these words, raising the sandwhich to his lips, although he'd flick his gaze down to meet a gaze with his dog, her eyes beaming at him; then back to the sandwhich he held so dear.
She'd bork in pleasure, nuzzling against the man after quite literally wolfing down her snack.
After the break, Lazaruz would clamber to his feet. Eager to begin training the pup, with the intent on making her 'the very best guard dog out there', something of which; he boasted about oh so frequently of in the Golden Willow. Yet, this was the dog that regularly chased it's own tail, shadow and even feet.. To name a few.
Sigrun had a long way to go, to put it nicely. It was a good thing Laz had faith.
The sky would change from a soft light blue colour to an empowering amber in what felt like only but a few minutes to the two.. Yet in actuality it had been hours of trial and error.
Lazaruz bounced about like a mad-man, attempting to teach his dog in the most eccentric of ways; he thought his prior skim reading of ' The Regalian's guide to training a powerful pooch (Third Edition)' of which he'd so fondly been gifted by Anna Tordavik, from her vast array of books would have been enough... Evidently, not so.
"S'pose we call it a day an' head off t'find a Inn, 'ey Siggie--Sigrun?"
Something had obviously caught her eye, as she'd dissappeared in a few split seconds that the man had turned his back to her.. 'Atleast she can do som'thin' right..' thought the optimistic Bloodcast, jogging off down a hill, deep into the mouth of the underbrush..
Eventually, he'd lay eyes on the dog, and although he likely should have kicked them.. Or shouted at her for disobeying him; Lazaruz would simply chuckle, the bear of a man hugging the wolf from behind, catching them off guard. The creature melted his heart everytime he laid eyes on them..
Now the duo would set off, this time together.. Neither of them seemed to be in denial to the thought of a good meal, preferably; Something other than a soggy sandwhich.
There certainly had been progress made today.
(ooc notes
-Sigrun is gradually being taught.
- She now understands all of the commands a dog should know.
- Laz has one less sandwhich.
-Sigrun is gradually being taught.
- She now understands all of the commands a dog should know.
- Laz has one less sandwhich.
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