For a while, Sterling took a break from the smithy, stepping outside to cool down from the heat inside. Outside in the dark her two whers waited for her, knowing she was taking a break and wanting her attention. She chuckled at them both, and reached forward to pat and pet them at the same time, a wher head in each arm. Not all whers were this affectionate with their handlers, but perhaps it was Sterling’s history as a wherhandler and the fact they had bonded at the same time made her situation different from others. Her two whers were such an important part of her life, and she didn’t even imagine what it would be like without them. She had faced that heartbreak once, she couldn’t handle even imagining it happening a second time.
In the middle of their little love fest, Stersk’s ears perked up and he stopped. He listened for just a moment before turning his head around. Clearly he had heard someone, and had already pinpointed the person’s direction. Sterling wasn’t worried though, and gave Stersk a sharp whistle to stand down so he didn’t go on the defensive. It wasn’t entirely common to have people out here this late, but she doubted it was anyone with ill intentions, and if it was, they were stupid to mess with a handler with two whers.