Something about apples, falling, and trees?

“Exactly, a pretend line - but with very real consequences” he informed her, his voice light and cheerful. His father had been a great deal harder on them when he was a pup. But he was determined to balance discipline with fun and freedom. He did not want to smother her, though he would demand obedience.


He watched as she enjoyed herself, Swimming and diving and attempting to touch a rock he could have grabbed without getting his knees wet. When she surfaced he waited for her to swim back to him. “You did! I think you're going to be the best swimmer in the Armada!” He told her proudly, nudging her gently back to shore with a paw. “Let's shake off and head to the Col.” His wound was cleaned, and the blood had begun To clot.