19th of Summer, 512AV
Footsteps crunched through the snowy streets of Avanthal as a boy wound his way out to a relatively small, tree-spotted area hidden near the back of the city. Behind him trotted a dog, a two year old Inganu Deepwoods Dog, her golden fawn coat gleaming in the early morning sunlight. The pair slowed when they reached their destination, and the boy leant his shoulder against a tree for a brief moment.
Ashca sat in the snow, her hindlegs folding neatly beneath her, and looked up at her new owner with large dark eyes. Nate watched her back, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. He had purchased the dog less than a day ago, but he already liked her a lot. When they had returned from the Menagerie she had put up with numerous people fawning over her, Nate’s mother being the worst offender. At night, she had curled up quite happily on the floor at the foot of his bed, falling asleep within moments.
Being two years old already, Nate figured that she had already had some training in tracking, the job she had been bred to do. She was also meant to retrieve things, which was perfect. Nate hunted with arrows rather than hand weapons, so if he felled something Ashca should, in theory, go and get it. He picked a small twig from the ground and waved it in the dogs general direction before throwing it as hard as he could. Nate couldn’t see where it landed, so it had either buried itself or gone further than he thought he could throw.
Ashca didn’t move, instead she continued to watch Nate. He raised an eyebrow at the dog before motioning in the direction of the stick. ”Well go and get it!”
Slowly, Ashca stood up before trotting off to retrieve it. If dogs could roll their eyes, Nate was sure she would have done. Who would have thought that playing fetch was something a dog didn’t like to do?
Ashca sat in the snow, her hindlegs folding neatly beneath her, and looked up at her new owner with large dark eyes. Nate watched her back, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. He had purchased the dog less than a day ago, but he already liked her a lot. When they had returned from the Menagerie she had put up with numerous people fawning over her, Nate’s mother being the worst offender. At night, she had curled up quite happily on the floor at the foot of his bed, falling asleep within moments.
Being two years old already, Nate figured that she had already had some training in tracking, the job she had been bred to do. She was also meant to retrieve things, which was perfect. Nate hunted with arrows rather than hand weapons, so if he felled something Ashca should, in theory, go and get it. He picked a small twig from the ground and waved it in the dogs general direction before throwing it as hard as he could. Nate couldn’t see where it landed, so it had either buried itself or gone further than he thought he could throw.
Ashca didn’t move, instead she continued to watch Nate. He raised an eyebrow at the dog before motioning in the direction of the stick. ”Well go and get it!”
Slowly, Ashca stood up before trotting off to retrieve it. If dogs could roll their eyes, Nate was sure she would have done. Who would have thought that playing fetch was something a dog didn’t like to do?
