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Regner Vilhelmsen · 03-04-2012, 07:21 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

Word Count :: 245 Dated the 2nd of March. Feel free to pp Regner arriving wherever Wayne is. Regner is in Optime.

As usual the rising sun revealed Regner already wandering around the courthouse, the elderly dog habitually rising early in the morning just before the sun's rays peeked over the horizon.

However unlike usual today Regner wasn't randomly wandering about the halls but instead actually had an idea of what he wanted to do with the day for once. While Regner approved of the concept of pups having a mentor it bothered him that he barely knew Wayne, who had been chosen to mentor Adelle. The only encounter that Regner had had with Wayne was a brief encounter when he had been trying to make his way to the pack with a sick Adelle on tow.

The mandatory training that had been implemented recently gave Regner an opportunity to find out about Wayne without being obvious about it, both by talking to him before and after the spar he was planning to request and during the spar itself.

Still, Regner was getting ahead of himself. First he had to find Wayne and propose this spar, see if the yellow canine agreed to it. Regner had already eaten for the day and was now making his way back down the stairway to the sleeping quarters. Slowly and carefully he paced around, nose sifting through the mix of scents in the air until he wound one that matched the faint memory of Wayne he had and then he was off, following the scent to wherever it might lead.

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Wayne McCoy · 03-19-2012, 09:47 PM

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I been all night drivin' heifers

Closer in to lower ground

Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'

'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down

Word Count → 584 :: Who's late to the party? Raze is late to the party! Where's the party?

Responsibility had been thrust upon the young man’s shoulders, and frankly he didn’t know if he was ready to handle it all. He had done his best to fulfill his duties to the best of his ability and attract more attention to himself—prove that he was more than a cowboy working in the background—but the attention came with trust from the leaders. He was very flattered, and happy to serve the pack he found himself loving so much, but most of his days were filled to the brim with the jobs of caring for the horses and patrolling and keeping up to date on pack life and, now, mentoring.

He was ashamed to say he had done little in the way of mentoring so far, however, and although he was excited in a way to be the first mentor in the history of Casa di Cavalieri, he was also terrified. What if he wasn’t good enough for young Adelle? What if he neglected his other duties or neglected her? What if the others decided he wasn’t doing enough? These fears consumed his thoughts as he performed idle tasks. He could not even escape into oblivion when collecting dried grass for fodder or coiling rope.

Presently, Wayne fought with the newest addition to the group of horses under his and Dixie’s care. While the draft mare did not belong to them in the same way Gypsy and Duke did, it only made him that more adamant to see that she was well taken care of. Despite his feelings about Saul—about Dixie and Saul—he wanted to make sure the man found a very happy mare when he returned. She needed to be broken of her bad-temperedness, too, if she was going to be trusted in Casa di Cavalieri.

The pregnant mare was simply not having it today, however. He asked for her hoof and received it—albeit in a kick that grazed his leg. Scowling, he’d managed to grab her leg and begin to pick out the mud and gravel from the day’s riding around, only for her to force her foot back down and lean dangerously toward the cowboy. He jerked out of range of a bite and glowered, too stressed to deal with her properly.

Maia neighed at him, and Wayne drew himself up. “Like hell,” he growled, and the stare-off did not last long before the burly cowboy dominated. She put her teeth away and snorted, and he reached out to rub her forehead with a gentle but firm hand. “I can’t take care of ya if you’ve got an attitude, crazy woman,” he said in a softer tone of voice.

He was about reach for her leg again when she stiffened suddenly. Setting the hoof pick down, the Tronco looked over his shoulder to see what was bothering the horse. Sure enough, the tall golden shape of the unofficial pack medic came into view, and after staring suspiciously at him for a moment, the mare turned her back on him.

“I’ll come back for you,” Wayne swore darkly before walking casually to where Regner was—likely too casually. He was actually nervous at the sight of the old canine—the grandfather of the pup he was to mentor. If anyone were to disapprove of his teaching, or lack thereof, it would be this undoubtedly experienced man.

“Howdy, Regner,” the dusty-furred man said with a respectful dip of his head despite their rank. “Can I help you with somethin’?”

Wayne by Nat; table code from the Mentors!

Regner Vilhelmsen · 03-25-2012, 06:03 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

Word Count :: 168 D: I forgot about this being a mandatory training thread for Regner, mind if we poke it forward to that stuff?. Sorry for the shit post but my brain is mush today.

Finding Wayne hadn’t taken too long, just enough time for Regner's joints to limber up in fact which was handy timing. Regner returned Wayne's nod of greeting as he approached, the elderly males own a little deeper and accompanied by a quick flick downwards of the ears as a respect for Wayne's rank before they returned to their normal position, Regner seeing no demands for submission from Wayne.

"Greetings Wayne." He responded to the others greeting, nodding his head as he stopped a short distance from the yellow dog, "I would like to request a…lort what is the word? Play fight? ...no, spar! That's it, I would like to request a spar with you; get the measure of the one who will be teaching my kin." If nothing else Regner believed in being upfront with his intentions, though it often had him come across as rude or blunt. Good thing Regner had stopped giving a damn about what most people thought of him a long time ago.

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Wayne McCoy · 03-25-2012, 10:07 PM

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It's all good. <3 Short posts from now on probs. xD

Callused hands found refuge in denim pockets as the cowboy waited to see what the elder wolfdog needed. He tried to make himself available to all of the other pack members, but most didn’t have anything to request or to complain to him about. Sometimes someone might come to him with a note about their horse, or occasionally a remark about a good-sized elk they’d seen wandering the woods, but mostly he did his duties without prompting and saved conversation for trivial matters, if he did talk. From the golden grandfather’s manner, however, he’d say Regner wasn’t here for idle chitchat, and that made him insanely nervous.

The old Fedele fumbled with his words only to find the correct translations, although it was clear he knew what he wanted to say. Mention of sparring made the Lab mix’s ears prick, but then the rest followed, and he could feel his stomach twist.

Of course, a test, Wayne thought resignedly. He hadn’t expected anything different, to be honest, though he’d anticipated stabbing questions rather than mock combat. Hell, Dix’s dad wasn’t this scary.

That thought loosened him up a bit with amusement, although none of the mirth came across on his young, serious face. He nodded quickly. “Give me a moment,” he said quietly, and walked over to where Maia was brooding. He made sure that all of the horse equipment was where it needed to be and gave the mare a little slap on the rear to send her trotting off, probably glad to be without him.

The final fidgeting with the equine gear gave him a little bit of time to think about what he was about to do. On one hand, Regner was old and would have physical weaknesses, but on the other, he was insanely experienced due to his age and prowess. It was more likely than not that this fight wouldn’t be testing his physical ability so much as the thought behind each of his actions. Just as Wayne could tell a lot about a person just from the way they treated a horse, so too could Regner probably learn all he needed to know by sparring with his granddaughter’s mentor.

He finally approached the old man again, indicating a slightly more open area a few extra paces away from the fence so they wouldn’t run into anything.

“How do ya wanna do this, sir?” Wayne asked, some of his nerves coming through in his voice at last.

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