Alder confirmed his acceptance of Cypress climbing first. He was looking up at the branches, studying them, but Oak remained unable to tell what he was thinking just from his expression. It was as if the dark band around his eyes was masked more than his face. The red-furred pup merely smiled and faced Cypress instead. His voice was gentle and patient as he went through his method of tower-scaling. Okays, just stand here... he began, moving to stand right at the base of the tower trunk. ...An jump real high. Get the branch wiff your claws! Oak demonstrated accordingly, this time mastering the task with his steady jump and sharp delving claws. He grinned down at his brothers, knowing that his explanation would serve both in case Alder decided he wanted to try too. With a thump, Oak was out of the tower and back on the earth, his white-tipped tail wagging as he stood by, prepared to give more pointers as needed.
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