Silvertip Mountain Arm yourself because no one else here will save you.

FitzDutiful looked at his favourite son as Mason wandered over to the empty space. He waited his the leg to raise when Mason rolled on the floor instead. A moment of confusion crossed over FitzDutiful and his face scrunched up in bewilderment though he tried to hide it when Mason looked back at him. How was that supposed to help? FitzDutiful couldn't even fathom how that was supposed to help at all and so he decided it was better to correct than just tell him he was wrong.

Wandering over, he sniffed the spot - yes it was stronger but it involved so much effort. "I suppose that works," he started, quietly - talking to himself more than Mason. "It's better however to just lift your leg and spray the spot a little bit. It requires less effort and provides a stronger scent." Deciding it might be worth showing, FitzDutiful walked to a nearby tree and sprayed the spot. "Give it a try?" he asked, though the question sounded a bit more statement than question.