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She had made a promise after all, and the woman was too involved with pleasing others to go back on her word. Especially to a young, energetic pup that wanted to roll in the fields. But it would not only be fun and games though the pup was well enough now to move a little easier. This would be the Issor's first attempt at enrichment of a young mind just as her Shepard had done for her in her youth. It was an exciting prospect she looked forward to exploring, but made not of how she would have to amend certain things within these playful lessons.
When a pup would be able to see what was around them, little Zeus's impairment called for X'yrin to get a little more creative. Sounds and smell would be the strengths to focus on. And perhaps when the little one had his first shift, touch would come into play. She gathered a few familiar objects from around the chamber, an antler comb, a scrap of elk hide, and a few hollow bones to create various sounds. All this she gathered in a fox fur pouch and carried it toward the mouth of the dens with little shuffling footfalls behind her.
Her tail was curled high and wagging excitedly, perhaps more so than the little one waddling into the tall grasses. She looked them out just far enough from the dens for them to still be within sight but deep enough into the grasses that no stones from the mountain could roll beneath their paws. It was here that she laid down her cargo and turned to look at her charge. "...and here we are," she giggled, already stamping her heavy paws on the ground and bending low to the pup's level just close enough for their noses to touch. "What shall we play, hm?"
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