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Kiyoshi watched the other pup from his place in the shade. The burly young boy had found some interest in the view – she had been attempting to scramble onto the low branch for a short while. Never having felt the need to scale a tree, the Draconid child wondered what had compelled the stranger into such an action. The branch seemed to bob with her weight before dipping toward the ground and then springing slightly back up.
 
The stone-faced child drew his pink tongue along his muzzle but said nothing. Kiyoshi knew better than to disrupt the concentration that was at play. The Draconid boy would wait until she succeeded in scaling the branch, or it toppled her back to the ground.