WC: 518
It had been only a month since Marahute had hatched, but the little chick grew in size so quickly it was now unable to fit in the pouch without Niro being uncomfortable, the chick was steady steady on its legs when Niro went to exercise the bird, it would be a while before he could gender the eagle, but he knew if it got over a certain size it was surely a female but that wouldn’t be for quite a while, he wouldn’t know the gender of his little bird for possibly over a year. But for now the little eagle was learning to balance on Niro’s shoulder, which was a big feat for the little thing, and now Niro was teaching the bird to move on the grass, Marahute couldn’t fly, it hadn’t even fledged yet, but Niro wasn’t worried about that he was sure it would be only a little longer before Marahute could fly, for now he’d teach her little things here and there to keep it occupied, he noticed that when Marahute was bored the bird would do something bad to get Niro’s attention, he wanted to avoid that all together, especially with Tobias in plain view.
Today Niro was working with Marahute alone, he would move around to have her hop or walk to him, he used a few different whistle commands and the chick would do what it was suppose to, that was a good sign, but being as Niro was Marahute’s “Mother” he had no worries about the chicks ability to listen and learn from him. He couldn’t believe the time that had passed where his little chick didn’t fit in its pouch anymore, he put it in a drawer in his room in the hotel to keep it safe in case he found something abandoned, but he doubted he’d find something like that any time soon, so all he wore now was a belt he only had a few pouches and a leather sheath for a knife he found in the stables one pouch had dried meat or fresh meat, whichever he had on hand, mostly it was dry though, it was for the birds, whenever they did something he liked he’d reward them. He loved the reward system it got a lot out of the birds, and it got pride out of him.
He was just outside the Chien hotel, training the clumbsy chick, wondering what everyone was doing, but feeling he should finish up Marahute’s lesson before actually moving anywhere. He was feeling pride as the bird didn’t miss a step to any of his whistles. He’d start using clicking sounds for flight when the bird was ready… he had to stay focused on the now though, He moved away to the fence and whistled something high pitched and the bird came hopping up to him sideways, staring at him with one eye hopeful for a treat. He smiled and gave Marahute a little of the meat, and then moving away again, whistling in another tone and watching the chick move to him in a slow paced walk.
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