He would let them smell the bottle, not the one he poured, but another.  " Girls, this is our prey, be carefull." He would stomp his foot, and roar, his arms out like wings. Then played the flute, in the sound of the wyverns.<br/><br/>They looked, and ran back a bit. And with a light note, they would run off into the bushes to wait. " Sorry, they have been with me since birth. Only their kind seems to work. I tried with all but a wyvern. Its their cunning, they think and attach onto the thing they first see at birth. I learned their language with the flute."<br/><br/>He would place it in his case, a horn of a three horn, and look to her. " What is your command Hunter?"