Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Elfie listened to his mentor's instructions and nodded after each statement. He was so ready for action, he wanted to prove himself worthy, except the road to the glory was not exactly clear. Not feeling entirely sure, he walked, where he was asked to go, but his stride lacked confidence or certainty. The herd had dispersed over wide area, he could walk easily among them, asting his gaze from one side to the other, but all the while he kept staring at those long, powerful legs and flinch every time he thought that their movement meant that he was going to receive a blow on his head.

He noticed Wraen's intent stare pointed in his direction later than she had probably wished him to attend to it. He stopped and with eyes wide tried to read her body language and, what message she was trying to convey. It was so tempting to cry - I don't understand - but that would scare the herd and the kicks would certainly be raining on his head then. Eventually his mentor gave up on signing and simply began to move. And, when it was finally clear to the boy, what she had meant and what he should be doing, he eased in the action. 

Niamh probably needed to wait for quite a while, but finally a small group consisting of three animals had been separated from the large one and the two wolves - one old and experienced, the other - young and enthusiastic - kept adding and releasing pressure to the animals, just so much to make them move in the desired direction, but not enough to make them flee and realize the danger they were in yet.