43rd Winter 513 AV
Fallon scratched at her jaw, her brow forming into a line. She had been watching Orvin for a while now, if not from a slightly safe distance - unless of course he waded over to her after a simple command of him coming to heel. It seemed and most certainly felt like the only command he did know, anything else was done upon his own whims. From biting, snapping, snarling, licking and investigating things that was about. And it was perhaps it was for the better she had chosen to take a slightly safer step away at times.
Perhaps it was for the best, he was still a wild animal at the end of the day - if not one that ended up spending a lot of time around humans and socializing with them. But that was the extent of it, everything else was a blur of trying to control and hold some form of superiority over him. She had to be rough, she had to snap and snarl - to grasp and writhe and pull him off. Her position at the top and as alpha was threatened. And so she was forced into a weakening position. She gave a pinch of her brow, the pressure easing off in her thoughts. No, things had to change. And so with a lot of sorting and arranging, Fallon managed to create a large amount of space within her tent. Bed roll pressed to one side, her blankets and gear kept there. The oil lantern hung above, swaying gently just above head level with a faint glow. The iron brazier was within the other corner, hot coals barely keeping the air warm.
Orvin for the moment was presently chewing on her coat sleeve, his paws hooking into the fabric with his new play thing. She needed to try and get him from destroying everything first - that was the first aim of today. Strapping her bracers to her arms, and sitting the kukri on her waist, the mercenary watched the canine continued to contemplate ripping into it. The wooden tulwar was taken up in her hand, hoping really it would be a better compromise to what he was presently using. Clearing her throat she spoke;
"Orvin," she forced a firm step over to him. She gently held the wood tulwar in her grasp. Sucking in the air she put on a strong tone, "No. Leave it." His entire head flinched up at her at that point, eyes blinking almost in surprise in the fact his name had been spoken. There was a pause, his nose lifting to meet her as she came over and perched before him. The wood tulwar was placed between them, almost as if it was her wall of defence. His attention quickly however returned to her coat sleeve. Frowning she tried again, "Orvin! Leave it."
There was a 'What?' Expression on his face, taken back that she had spoken once more and in a firmer tone. Her hand quickly went out to the coat, using his moment of distraction of her voice to her advantage. There was a whine, followed by a huff to his master's intervention. She quickly folded it up the best she could and tucked it beneath her arm. Sullen eyes looked, his head inclining to one side. Or at least until he went for it again. She snapped it back, her other hand coming between them, her other hand splayed open to stop. Fallon pushed him gently, "No, leave it." Flustered the wolf gave her an angry look, disgruntled that his play thing had been taken away. Gently waving her hand before him she lowered it, and pressed upon the top of his head, "Now, sit."
Perhaps it was for the best, he was still a wild animal at the end of the day - if not one that ended up spending a lot of time around humans and socializing with them. But that was the extent of it, everything else was a blur of trying to control and hold some form of superiority over him. She had to be rough, she had to snap and snarl - to grasp and writhe and pull him off. Her position at the top and as alpha was threatened. And so she was forced into a weakening position. She gave a pinch of her brow, the pressure easing off in her thoughts. No, things had to change. And so with a lot of sorting and arranging, Fallon managed to create a large amount of space within her tent. Bed roll pressed to one side, her blankets and gear kept there. The oil lantern hung above, swaying gently just above head level with a faint glow. The iron brazier was within the other corner, hot coals barely keeping the air warm.
Orvin for the moment was presently chewing on her coat sleeve, his paws hooking into the fabric with his new play thing. She needed to try and get him from destroying everything first - that was the first aim of today. Strapping her bracers to her arms, and sitting the kukri on her waist, the mercenary watched the canine continued to contemplate ripping into it. The wooden tulwar was taken up in her hand, hoping really it would be a better compromise to what he was presently using. Clearing her throat she spoke;
"Orvin," she forced a firm step over to him. She gently held the wood tulwar in her grasp. Sucking in the air she put on a strong tone, "No. Leave it." His entire head flinched up at her at that point, eyes blinking almost in surprise in the fact his name had been spoken. There was a pause, his nose lifting to meet her as she came over and perched before him. The wood tulwar was placed between them, almost as if it was her wall of defence. His attention quickly however returned to her coat sleeve. Frowning she tried again, "Orvin! Leave it."
There was a 'What?' Expression on his face, taken back that she had spoken once more and in a firmer tone. Her hand quickly went out to the coat, using his moment of distraction of her voice to her advantage. There was a whine, followed by a huff to his master's intervention. She quickly folded it up the best she could and tucked it beneath her arm. Sullen eyes looked, his head inclining to one side. Or at least until he went for it again. She snapped it back, her other hand coming between them, her other hand splayed open to stop. Fallon pushed him gently, "No, leave it." Flustered the wolf gave her an angry look, disgruntled that his play thing had been taken away. Gently waving her hand before him she lowered it, and pressed upon the top of his head, "Now, sit."
