Chapter Five: Training and Tanith
The next few hours Valkyrie taught Scorch the basic commands: sit, stay, up, down etc. and even taught him some more complicated ones like roll over and play-dead.
She was teaching him 'flip' when Skulduggery told her to take him to go meet some of their acquaintances so that he doesn't try to kill them later on. So Valkyrie walked over to the apartment building Tanith stayed at when she was in Ireland and walked up to her room and knocked.
Scorch was on a black leash and was wearing a black collar. Skulduggery had told her to keep Scorch in a collar until he's completely trained. "Once he's trained he won't need it but you still might want to keep it so that it won't look suspicious when you go for walks."
Tanith opened her door and grinned. "Hey Val, aww cute puppy what kind is he?"
"Hellhound."
Tanith's eyes widened. "Really? I just got one too!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Come in!" Tanith moved aside and Valkyrie and Scorch walked in.
A puppy slightly smaller than Scorch with silver fur and a streak that looked like Scorch's down her back; her eyes were the color of a pale pink rose.
"Aww, she's so cute!" Valkyrie squealed.
Tanith grinned. "Thanks! What's yours named?"
"Scorch, yours?"
"Angel."
"Awesome, hey Angel looks kind of like Scorch, well you know, with the same streak down her back."
"Maybe they're siblings? It's possible isn't it?"
"Maybe."
They were quiet for a few moments then Tanith said, "I need help could you help me?"
"Sure!"
The rest of the day they spent in Skulduggery's backyard training their new pets.
It turns out hellhounds were fast learners.
The next few days were spent the same way: training, taking Tanith to get the stuff she needed and walking around getting the two puppies acquainted with everyone.
Ghastly and Ravel were amazed and Ravel kept saying how cute they were. Tipstaff was worried that they were going to have an 'accident' so he had spread out newspapers on the floor that only became confetti after the puppies had torn it up. Madame Mist had seemed to be the only one not to care about the new puppies and even the Cleavers seemed interested. They would turn their heads as the puppies would walk by and one even knelt down and petted them.