[attr="class","spiral"]It's not uncommon for local business and civilians to request help from the League. As their governing body, it falls onto them to take the responsibility of ensuring their fruitful success and their continued involvement in their local community. And while these matters have a multitude of way of being escalated to applicable rangers, it's also not uncommon for the occasional involvement of those that have no business with dealing with such minuscule tasks.

The addition of one of Hoenn's esteemed council members is a rare site for farm work but Fernando finds the break a welcomed inconvenience. It reminds him of his grassroots approach to his campaign and the labor put into breaking past his rich boy image for the lesser known member of Hoenn's populace. That's where he finds himself on The Horned Ranch, sporting uncharacteristic basketball shorts and a plain tank top, laying against the closed gate of the ranch's fence and observing several of the Wooloo roll into each other.

Interesting how quick farm hands are to acquire embargoed goods, he thinks to himself.

Given some time left alone, he circles the perimeter again and finally catches the sight of someone else. The request had been for multiple people considering the size of the farmland and Fernando smiles at the other person, unsure if she's enlisted help or part of the farm altogether. Before he can say something, the cry of his Talonflame pierces the sea of bleats, marking the Pokemon's descend as it lands onto the fence post beside him.

[attr="class","spiral"] "Indeed." Fernando straightens himself and meets her halfway, taking her handshake with a firm, earnest one of his own. "Fernando Silph," he introduces, oblivious to whether or not she recognizes him. He assumes the latter due to her reaction but there are a few individuals who hold him in the same regard as anyone else. It's refreshing but he keeps his introduction brief and to the point.

"I've done some farm work before but that was only milking, never herding." The last time he had been on a farm, his milking seemed to surprise those around him. Some of them even seemed freaked out with how natural it came to him but Fernando remained equally oblivious to their disgust. Well, either way, that seems to have little relation to their current tasks.

"I'll follow your lead then, Bo. Ready whenever."

[attr="class","spiral"] Seems simple enough, no?

All he had to do was wait for an explicit call and open the gate to let them out. The only problem with that was the lack of warning of what would happen afterwards. With the latch raised and the gate creaking toward him to allow them in, the more rowdy ones came rolling in. One or two of the Wooloo would've been fine but corralling several into a small passage way spells absolutely chaos once they start pooling up. That doesn't even mention those that decide to ball up into a DEFENSE CURL and ROLL OUT. The more they bunch up the more pressure they apply and Fernando tries his best to steer away from them, climbing up the fence post to avoid the oncoming rush.

His wariness to the herd is not unwarranted but it does seem out of place considering the lax nature of the environment.

[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando stares back at the fluttering Murkrow with furrowed brows that belay his own curiosity. He's unsure if the Pokemon is just interested in him or actively antagonizing him but reacts to neither as the Wooloo continue to squeeze past him. It isn't until Bo calls out to him that he rears his head over the Honchkrow and toward his partner.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine," he reassures her when he's anything but. His confidence is high but his tact is low, something he refuses to admit but is well aware of. Handling his own Pokemon has always been easy but to apply his methods to someone else's? Not in public and much less with someone's property.

"Talonflame! To me." The approach of his own avian brings terror to the Wooloo who bleat dreadfully at the sight of what would otherwise be their predator. All he has to do is point toward the closest stray and the Talonflame dives close enough to perch nearby, driving the sheep back into the crowd under the assumption that there is safety in numbers.

[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando nods his head in agreement without every letting go of his fence post. "Naturally." It is the amount of Wooloo that pass by and push into each other that concerns him more than her Murkrow. While potentially annoying in its own right, it seems so minuscule in comparison.

"Pokemon can be stubborn like that." He rounds out the comment with a mild laugh and swallows after forcing himself to maintain his image. Appearances are something he always keeps a mind to maintain and even now he tries to dote on the impression that he's both friendly and down to earth.

"Alright then. Talonflame!" His call snaps the bird into immediate attention and he points toward the sky. With a piercing squawk, the bird takes off and follows the trail he paints with his finger tips. He directs it to Bo's right rather than his own, changing his motion to match where her Murkrow moves toward.

Now that they're actually moving, this seems relatively easy. Fernando hops off the gate with a tiny hop and finds a relief in soft footing. This may be menial labor but by no means is it difficult.