True enough, working at the Skye Verath Lodge in Rynmere had been a damn pain in the backside. Providing for enough mounts to arm the entirety of the Xiur Skyriders was never an easy task, he could say that much with absolute clarity. However, compared to the Menagerie's daily schedule, it was a damn cake walk. The Lodge's cares extended mostly towards Volareon and Jacadon as far as he'd found, and rarely the occasional Sarkin or other aquatic mount. Regular stables covered most of the regular horses, and with two utter experts of the two primary animals constantly on-hand, the real bulk of the workload was already taken care of by several pairs of competent hands before he walked through the front door. The rest of it spanned a whopping two species, meaning he never really had to expand himself... just follow the same routines day in and day out, which honestly he didn't even mind, since it allowed him to do what Poppy and Gaspard had already spent a good deal of their lives doing - honing their craft to perfection.
The Menagerie, on the other hand, was an utter hot-pot of madness. All manner of horses running in the fields, along with Dinili in their pens, a smattering of Hafrein for long-range scouts. Enormowl taking refuge in the trees making up the bulk of the air troop mounts, Scalvwing Steeds in their own little area on the other side of the Menagerie grounds. Irawaddies swimming through the underwater pens a short distance away for the few water troops, along with Merquestrians. All of them needed attention and regular checks, and without any specific experts on any of them, it all fell pretty much to him since although he lacked a good deal of understanding of these creatures, he was generally more practised.
Traveller normally followed him everywhere, but today he'd taken off into the skies and vanished for most of the early morning. He didn't worry, of course - the Sohr Khal was more than capable of looking after himself without him on his back to weigh him down, and it wasn't in Traveller's nature to suddenly abandon, as he'd already learned. For that day he was out in the field with an Enormowl, tossing seed every time it successfully took to the air with the proper hand gesture, when one of the vets approached from behind. Greyhide, still in spirit-form to avoid spooking the animals, warned him in advance, and Nir'wei spun on the spot just as the young woman reached to tap him on the shoulder. "Yes?"
She recoiled in surprise but recovered fairly quickly. Still, she didn't look very happy. "We've got a new trapper joining us today, and as it turns out, we could really use some more Hafrein in preparation for an expansion into the mountains." He nodded - this had been the top talk for a good few days since its announcement. "Unfortunately..." she paused and winced sympathetically. "Everyone else is occupied. We were wondering if you wouldn't mind accompanying him. He's at the reception waiting for you." Hafrein. Docile creatures as far as he was aware, if tough and durable, which of course made them ideal mounts for the more wild terrains. A chore to hunt down, however necessary, since they'd never provide any real thrill. On top of it, he'd be working with a new recruit, which could go one of two ways - either he was going to be working with an amateur that'd spend the entire day following their tracks, or he was working with a professional that could get the job done in under a trial and ride them back to boot.
"I'll deal with it." He tossed the little bag of goodies to the vet, who just about caught them before the Enormowl landed once more and started nudging against her, expecting more. On the way, he made sure to pick up his short-bow, slinging it over his shoulder in its leather case along with a full quiver. They might not be hunting, but nothing stopping them from being hunted along the way. On that vein of thought, he grabbed his pack, complete with a solid length of rope, waterskin, hunting knife, all the other general essentials. As he'd already learned, it never hurt to be prepared.
Gear gathered he walked straight to the reception and straight through it without a glance to Qit. "Come on, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get back and start training these guys. We've only got a few trials, if that, before the Elements saddle up for their expedition, and I don't fancy getting yelled at." If he had Traveller with him, they could be in the Sweetvine Woods in a matter of bits. Well, he could be. Even with express permission, Traveller wasn't a beast of burden and he didn't like carrying more than one person if he could. He was built for speed, after all.