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I push the thought away. Focus.

"Close your eyes."

He does. I move. Slowly. Quietly.

Most people rely on sound without realizing it. Footsteps. Breathing. Clothing movement. The shift of weight.

A trained person can minimize those things. A person with heightened senses…

Should be able to do more.

I circle left. Sayer's head turns. Not toward me. Toward the direction I am about to move.

Interesting.

I stop.

"What did you feel?"

He opens his eyes.

"I’m not sure."

"Try."

He looks frustrated.

"Like..."

He pauses.

"Like I knew where you were going."

I nod.

"Again."

This time I move faster. Change direction halfway. Stop. Shift. Sayer turns before I reach the position.

Carys steps onto the porch.

"What exactly are you testing?"

I glance back.

"His awareness."

"You mean his wolf."

Sayer looks between us. I realize something. Carys has accepted more in 24 hours than most people would in a lifetime. But accepting something and understanding it are different things.

I turn toward her.

"Yes."

She steps closer.

"Explain."