Samuel taking his 'dog' for a walk.

Approaching the thing that caught my eye, I ended up somewhere not too far from Ms. Mevan's home, where I heard some movement. In the darkness, I could not have made him out, but his voice was undeniable. "Come on, girl. Let's go for a walk outside tonight. It's so lovely and cool out," Samuel said.

There was a few hesitant sounding mewls and whimpers, but then he whispered softly, "Sh...sh... it's alright... It's late. No one will see. It's just you and me. You will be absolutely fine. I promise." A slight pause followed, along with a couple more grumbles of protest, before he went, "Attagirl! That's a good Becca! Such a good, brave girl! Now come on! One quick walk there and back, and then you can get your reward."

Even though, not an hour prior, it was I who mentioned Ms. Mevan's nature, I had forgotten this particular aspect of her's. I should have taken my leave of them, and left them to their own devices, but, there I was, hiding behind a corner in the distance, watching Samuel take his employer, lover, and pet, out on a Lead. Naked, save for her Collar, Gloves, and thick Socks all the way to her knees, a shaking Ms. Mevan appeared on all fours, constantly looking over her shoulders, as if she was afraid that someone could see them. And it was only at Samuel's insistence and encouragement, did she begin to crawl forwards ahead of him.

Following along as quietly as I could, I watched them go all the way towards the forest where I had met the loggers the other day. Every now and then Ms. Mevan would stop, shiver, and look up pleadingly to Samuel, who would just smile at her and shake his head, telling her "Not yet. We're almost there. Just a little bit further." Ms. Mevan would then whimper miserably, before she took a deep breath and swallow, and continue on their way.

When they had gotten to the very border of Madosin's grounds, Ms. Mevan was quivering. Her muscles must have been sore from crawling this way for so long, that from my hiding spot, I could see her sweat glistened legs trembling, and could hear her labored panting in the relative quiet of the night. Leading her to the nearest tree, Samuel motioned towards it with his head. Ms. Mevan looked at it, then to him, then all around them, back to the tree again, and then finally to Samuel. And he just nodded solemnly.

Without another moment's hesitation, she moved herself about, lifted her leg up into the air, and relieved herself upon the tree. A long great sigh was drowned out by the pitter-patter of nature's call being answered. As well as the string of praise coming from Samuel as he stroked and patted her head. "Good girl Becca! You're such a good girl from holding it in for so long! I'm so proud of you. Was that difficult? I'm sure it was. You did such a good job! Good Becca. Such a good Becca!"

One must admit. Though Ones does not know how long it had been since she had been last, if she had been like this state since they, and therefore we, have left the House, even I had to admit that it was an impressive feat, worthy of... some praise.

With her 'toilet' concluded, she nuzzled in close to Samuel, rubbing her face against his leg and looking up at him, as if asking him to praise her even more. Which he did. With his words and physical contact, he showered praise and congratulations upon her, like a master would to their pet when they've done well.

Ms. Mevan beamed at him. She was so alight with joy at his praise, that she wagged her hips like a dog would their tail, to convey that to him. After a few more moments like this, Samuel picked up her Lead and said, "Right. Now that that's done, it's time to go home and get your reward. Come on, Becca." With her head held up high, and a visible spring in her step, Ms. Mevan trotted happily, leading Samuel, and I, back.