Something about apples, falling, and trees?

They shook off, and his spirited child began to bound off. Just as he was considering putting a leash on her, she stopped. Looking at her paws, before padding back to him. Good, very good. She was learning. He kissed her crown as he caught up to her and chuckled. “We can” he agreed. She needed to see that there were benefits to listening, and not just consequences for acting out.

He led her out of the storage den, and trotted the short way up the Col to the market. He turned to her before they past the guards at the entrance, his eyes serious. “Best behaviour, little bean.” He warned her, before letting the expression melt into a smile and led her inside.

"Basilisk"