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Rayt gripped the tool he was given to rehabilitate his grip strength. He could barely move the tong shaped apparatus a centimeter and hold it for but a few seconds before his grip failed him. It had been weeks since his unfortunate mistake while practicing his archery. His hands were coated with sweat and minor bleeding lacerations which caused his already unsteady hands to slip and with just enough power the arrow flew right into his forearm and split through to his thumb and index finger. It was an incredible and painful sensation and caused him to bleed out and faint in the surrounding wilderness. Luckily a kind woodsmen, who he still did not know the name of, carried him to a medical center in Alvadas. He wished he could thank the kind man for his selfless act. Without that hunter I would have probably died. Rayt tested the splint that made his wrist immovable and put on a falconer's glove on his right hand so he could hold Henry. Rayt found it incredibly difficult to tie the straps around his hand but eventually he found a way. By holding his right arm down and maneuvering his fingers around his right arm to secure the ties he could tie the glove around his arm. He found his dexterity woefully declined after his accident. I really hope I can regain my strength back Rayt thought as he flexed his fingers. It hurt him to do so. He worried that he would not be able to wield his bow, but the doctor seemed to think it wasn't permanent. Why would she give him the tongs to regain his grip strength if it was hopeless? He could not make a fist any longer, the best he could do is what he could only describe as making a talon-like gesture, his fingers only closing half way.
Rayt wrapped the long leather leash around Henry's jesses, whistled to Henry and raised the glove. With little hesitation Henry flew onto the glove and Rayt and his friendly little barn owl made their way out into the wilds once more. Henry was smaller than a regular adult barn owl. He was born the runt of his nest and Rayt remembered his falconry master saying that Henry wouldn't make it. Three years later and Henry was as healthy as any owl, and alive for that matter. Rayt had never trained owls, he had only started training ospreys and falcons before he had left Wind Reach in order to broaden his horizons. Owls were often more difficult to train and bigger than falcons. However, Henry was barely an adult owl and he was smaller than most adult barn owls. Rayt was not confident he could train Henry but Henry was the only bird he had at the moment and Rayt feared he would lose his skills at falconry if he did not practice them.
Rayt let Henry fly to a nearby tree branch, the leash long enough for Henry to be about ten feet away. Rayt dropped the backpack near his feet and dug through it finding the few chunks of meat he had made from the pair of rats he had trapped yesterday. Holding a chunk of dried rat meat in his hand he tempted Henry with the unappealing morsel. "Come on Henry, I know you're hungry. Nice piece of rat here for you." Rayt whistled and held the rat up so Henry could see and smell it. Henry paid no attention to Rayt's continued cries of a free dinner. Instead, Henry looked around from his perch and stood completely still, only the wind whistling through the leaves of the trees and Rayt's desperate calls for his barn owl to obtain the meat. After what seemed like a bell Henry flapped his wings a few times, eyed Rayt's glove, and dove for the chunk of rat meat. Henry landed harshly on Rayt's gloved hand, sinking his razor sharp talons into the leather as he bowed and picked up the chunk of meat. Rayt smiled and stroked his left hand across Henry's head, petting his owl and using his command sound for coming on command, a quick sharp single whistle.