Dawnlark Plains Take me higher, where blind men see

The blind Dash walked for as long as he was nudged to. Suddenly, he was pulled on, and interpreted that as to stop, and he did, his ears swiveling around for any sounds that might alert him to something bad. The faint smell of a pack reached his nose, and he lowered his body a bit, worried that others might come to hurt him in his vulnerable state. He would fight, of course, but he knew his disadvantage lowered his chances of winning  greatly.

He was nudged into something stiff, and he bumped his nose against what smelled like a tree, feeling around with his muzzle. He sneezed when he hit dirt. He could tell the general outline was hollow in the middle, and attempted to slowly stick his head in. Finding that he had room to spare, he took one step, then another, and more until he was curled up inside the cozy roots of the tree. Thank you, he said to the stranger, hoping he hadn't just willingly walked into his own death trap. He had no choice but to trust the silent wolf, though, and hope for the best.