42 Winnie - Part【4】

"Practice." He replies a faint smile on his face as he carries the bird towards me holding her still so I can touch. With a trembling hand, I stroke the feathers as a snigger glides past my lips.

"Fluffy," I murmur as his smile deepens to my response. "Phobos."

He stares up at me in compliance with my call. "Teach me," I utter and he instantly nods in agreement without even a minute sign of reluctance always abiding by what I request from him. He steps back to the pens as I accompany him silently. If it is him who guides me, I can learn and perfect even the most arduous of things in very little time. I had always possessed a tendency to do so when it came to him since from when I was a pup.

It is just something about him that makes me feel stronger, wiser as though there is nothing in this world I cannot accomplish.

"Broody hens." He phrases aiming at all the beasts that furiously chased me. "Territorial. Be gentle."