Stretch your legs and ready your mind

Water was the thing FitzDutiful expected and Mason didn't disappoint, his son was so smart - the definite apple of the tree. FitzDutiful loved June just as much but he found her hard work. She seemed to shy away from him in a way that Mason never did. Still, she was doing well in her own way even if Mason was his favourite (though he would never say that to anyone, nor admit it to himself).

"Have you tried to touch it with your nose?" he asked his son. He had learnt early in his naturalist apprenticeship that his nose would tell him more than any other sense. It would help him figure out if things were hot or cold, wet or dry, smelt safe or dangerous. Sometimes the scent fed his taste-buds too and allowed him to determine even more. He came over, to sit by Mason, watching him - ready to guide him through the process of gathering data with all the senses, instead of just sight or sound.