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Matt Vice
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POSTED ON Sept 16, 2022 20:17:05 GMT
Matt just never got over the meeting. It still itched, it burned, whatever. Just whatever. Sigjing as he leaned into Nana's mane, burying his face there for several moments. Breathe. Breathe. Woosa. Fingers tripped the fur tightly, feeling his knuckles begin to white over from how tight he held her. Nana glanced over her shoulder, staring at her training with mournful eyes. Seeing him so upset like this was odd to her. Sure, Matt had his moments, but this felt different. It felt like Matt was struggling with a inner battle, one that shook his core. It baffled the canine, but she understood her trainer needed time. So she would wait until he gave her a command. After a moment, he let out a deep breath. He needed to text Josh... Urgh he didn't feel like it. Honestly he just felt like throwing himself into a ring of poachers and beating the hell out of them. Or Razz. Grumbling, he let go of Nana and furiously rubbed his face, trying to snap him out of it. Nothing was working. Alright. Fine. "Nana, we're training. Time to see if we can handle that speed." Nana looked at him with concern in her eyes, questioning him if that was really a good idea. He huffed at her, crossing his arms. "I'm the trainer, aren't I?" The dogs face went to a bland, motherly expression. "Don't look at me like that. Can we at least practice you running?" Nana gave a nod, as she turned to go back towards the main road, making sure it was open. Now she waited. "Let's go." She took off in a sprint! Josh Devlin
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