Lion Head Mesa breathin' soft on my skin

They were three months by now and Midas was growing well with the care of his servants. The pup didn't know much about mother and father figures but he did know about Tavina being a servant, so he figured Jawahir was one as well.

The blind boy lifted his head when he heard the conversations. He caught some words that made sense, however, he didn't grasp the full meaning of it all. He did notice that there was someone else. By scent and of course by hearing.

Midas pulled himself to his feet. He located the other quickly enough as his scent got stronger. The wolf pup expected to touch someone, but he didn't. He frowned as the scent was quite strong. Then he put another step and bumped into something. He put his nose down. The source of the scent. Whut?! So small?!

"Who!?," he demanded. "You servant?"