You own me like whispers in poetry

He bumps her chin with his paw and gives her some steadying words. She steels herself with a breath in and a long breath out. She's got this. Her paws cover the ground beside him and her mind also lingers on the memory of the last time they were ascending this slope. She exchanged a smile and a knowing teasing glance with him and saw the swish of his tail he would do when he was amused. She liked that game.

Just before the crest, he stopped her and held up the blindfold. She lifted her nose stoically and nodded curtly with as strong a "Yes." as she could muster.

She closed her eyes as she felt him tie the blindfold on tightly. The world dark as she was blinded. She felt the ground beneath her paws, slightly gritty, a little damp. She could smell the wind, a mix of sea, beach, woodland, and mountain as well as a subtle note of rot. As well as him. Her ears could catch the crunch of his paws on the ground and one of their packmates talking to another down by the beach. She could almost see it all before her though her eyes saw nothing.

"It's tight. Can't see a thing." She told him confidently.