"All right. But be careful, all right? He spooks easy."

In his arms, Flekk wriggles a little anxiously at the prospect of being put down again, but Kit passes a soothing hand across his head and ears, mumbling a few quiet reassurances to him under his breath. He crouches down in the grass and sets the small bibiru down, then takes a moment to reattach his harness so that if he takes off again, at least this time he won't get that far. Then he looks back to the pup and waves her over.

"You've got to get down on his level," he tells her, patting the ground in front of Flekk. "It'll be less scary for him that way."