Morningside Cuesta On The Edge

Seeing as how he was going to be staying a bit in conversation with Grayday, Adrastos padded closer to the male and sat upon lean haunches. Four the younger one said, offering his own age. Adrastos was about four when he faked his death and left Rizduruk. Twas a good age, a prime age for a wolf. Adrastos frowned when Day mentioned that he was losing his sight. What was causing blindness in such a young soul.

"It is a shame to hear that, Grayday. Have you seen a healer?" Perhaps an experienced healer would know how to deal with such things or create some sort of salve to aid in such. Adrastos didn't know. Healing had never been a forte. Admittedly, he knew enough battlefield medicine to stop bleeding and bind wounds, but that was all.

Adrastos considered Grayday's question, as there were several answers. Adrastos decided to choose a less complicated one for now. "I am newly come to these lands. Been a loner these past three years."