"Hrrr, huff, I wonderrrr if they make noseplugs," said Tyson, partially sarcastically, part serious. Earplugs *may* work for his hearing, he didn't know for sure, canine hearing may work a bit differently so he couldn't be sure if it would be as effective for him, but that was only half of his problem since his nose had become a scent vacuum and was just as overwhelming.

He considered what Elliot said about sensory deprivation chambers, he had never actually tried on of those, not that he knew any place that actually had them. People made a big deal about it in movies and shows, but it was one of the things that an average person didn't really see very often. Even if he did find one, he wasn't sure any business would really be all that receiving of a giant wolf man. As for the mansion, he hadn't seen anything that could be used in place in his tour. Of course he wasn't a official student. He knew he was missing something by now, he could smell metal and unusual scents around the mansion that didn't fit in with the decor, so maybe there was something, and he was just missing it because he wasn't registered.

"Hrrr, not surrrre therrre's anything like that herrre." he said honestly. He would likely have to ask to be sure, but right now he didn't have an answer.

Noseplugs? "Yeah. For swimming. I'm not sure how well they'd work for a wolf's nose, though." He had chosen to give him a serious reply, rather than a joke. On a serious note, even if they did work, the wolf would probably just smell the plastic and rubber of the plug. He wouldn't really be helped by it that much. It would just be replacing one bad smell with another.

It was a pity neither of them knew about a place with some sort of sensory deprivation, or that could mimic said thing.

"I guess going to a quiet location with few distractions would be an option," Elliott mused. "But, then a library would smell like books and students, and you'd run into similar problems elsewhere. Gee, I'm helpful. Maybe we should look into that later, and finish up the meditation lesson now. I've only got a couple more things to go over. The lesson about finding your center is nearly over."

Fewer distractions would help him find his center, but there wasn't much they could do about that right that moment. Which was a shame.

The last bit was about controlling your breathing, and feeling how your body is expanding. Understanding how to control both, and focus your mind. Keeping your mind in one center, then controlling that, then switching to the next. And so on and so forth. The thought was that controlling your body and mind could help you control your energy, to help you just, you know, have complete control and such. But it was abstract, and describing it would be difficult. They'd just keep trying until they figured it out.

Elliott was right of course, his nose wasn't human, just like the rest of him it was painfully incompatible with anything normal. He would need something custom made to even attempt to try. The claw caps worked, but they made those for dogs, they didn't make nose plugs, just muzzles. That was a thought though, maybe he should invest in one of those instead, some kind of fail safe to keep him in check. He felt ashamed, seriously considering it as an option. Even more so that he couldn't say it wasn't a good idea. He really wished he could just cry like a regular person until he felt better.

The only quiet place Tyson could think of was the greenhouse. Even the library was a bit close to the halls when the bells went off. He supposed he could spend some time surrounded by plants, at least they didn't set him off so much. "Hrrr I think I have hrr a place I can go." He said, at least glad he could try that. At least there was one option he could try.

He focused on following Elliott's instructions, regardless of any vague instructions, taking deep breaths and concentrating on finding this mystical center that could perhaps solve his problems. He wanted it so badly, maybe that was why it seemed impossible, his desperation a blockade to any inner peace. Either that or he had no center to find. He couldn't help but think the worse, that maybe the only thing in him to find was the wolf. But Elliott was his only lead, and one of the only hopes he had left. So he pushed on, if nothing else then to make sure he had exhausted every attempt he could muster to make it work.

A place he could go? "Oh yeah?" Elliott asked. That was good.

They practiced what they could for a few more minutes. Elliot wrapped up what he'd been saying, and drew the lesson to a close. They had not achieved nirvana or enlightenment. He'd only scratched the surface on the whole meditation thing.

"Maybe next time, we can try that quiet place you thought of." Elliott said. "I'll look into ways to dull senses. Maybe we can find a mutant that does something like that. Maybe one of the teachers? I'll look around." He didn't know. Maybe they'd have to invent their own methods for dampening sounds and senses. Incense was used in some meditation circles. Maybe they could get really powerful headphones with noise dampening technology.

There was a hedge maze at the mansion. It would be easy to get lost in that. Not a lot of people. Hedges would probably dampen the sounds from the outside world. Everything would smell green. He hadn't heard of it, but maybe he would.

Everything Elliott told him, Tyson stored away for later use. He would be trying to achieve whatever peace he was supposed to gain from this in his spare time. He didn't doubt that it worked for Elliott, but from what he could tell Elliott seemed to have a normal mind in spite of his appearance, while his own mind seemed split in two at times, well, that didn't exactly describe it. It wasn't two minds, more like a complete personality rewrite, he wasn't aware when it happened, and he retained the memories, but the experience of becoming just an animal was frightening in the aftermath, when he realized the loss of himself.

As for teachers in the mansion who could 'help' him, he had pretty much given up on that. The best they had provided was a few tips on speaking and 'support', but as far as fixing everything that was wrong with his body and mind, there was little that had been able to do. If anything he had only hurt those who had come to help him, he recalled guiltily how he had thrown Cafas against a wall in a rage. He kept the incident to himself. Like a lot of his lapses in control, and the nightmares he had, it terrified him what people would think of him if they knew how much more an animal he was since his transformation.

"Alright, then." Elliott said, rising. He pushed off his knee and got to his feet. "This has been fun. I'll see you around, Tyson. Practice meditating. Till next time."

He really hoped the methods he'd shown the wolf man would help him. What he lived with was difficult. Elliott couldn't even imagine.

Hopefully, he'd be able to help the man find a little peace.

They parted ways on the lawn. Elliott headed towards the city. He left Tyson alone with his thoughts.