Honeyed Pasture I don't know who to trust

Rodyn watched as the pup began to mimic his movements from the day he had met him. IT was endearing and the pup wormed his way into Rodyn's heart. He would help however, he could.

Rodyn leaned gently forward and ran a muzzle along the child's shoulders, and moved his legs into a more comfortable easy position, and also one that would allow him to grip the soil. And feel the ground.

Can you feel the vibrations from me walking, little hunter? That will serve you well. Be sure and listen too. You must use all your senses to hunt? Smell the air, the prey, listen for the creatures?

Rodyn moved into position, body low to the ground, paws feeling the dirt. He slowly stalked forward, eyes darting from one space to the next. He could smell a rabbit warren nearby, but he wanted to see if the shadow kissed pup would scent it too.

I love him.