Dawnlark Plains Take me higher, where blind men see

End here?

Hush watched as the wolf tentatively snuggled himself into the roots of the tree, barking as if to say "You're welcome". They were in an intriguing position; the mute and the blind working together. He wasn't sure what to do next. The wolf was far from home, far from assistance other than himself. Was his blindness permanent? Was it a recent affliction? He had no way of asking, and he doubted that his leaders would readily help, not with children on the way.

He barked once more, walking away. If he could, he would find something for the wolf to eat and return, but he was at a loss. He did all he could, he admitted to himself, barking once more so the blind wolf would know that he was walking away. Whether he trusted Hush enough to return, he had no idea, but he trusted himself to.