Arturo had been sweeping the borders in a routine patrol when he'd came across a familiar, female scent. There was a slight cause of surprise as he easily identified it as Aster's. Surprised but impressed. He understood that her inability to see was likely to make things he expected of her hard but the fact that she was out at the borders despite her disability showed great tenacity to the Fearghal monarch. He both appreciated and admired it. He altered his course so that his path would connect him to her's and a few feet later came upon her. Ceannasach let out a low chuff of greeting to announce his presence to her though he had little doubt that she had likely known he was nearing even before his greeting. “Aster,” He greeted her by name next as he made to match her pace. “How are you settling in?” It was a question the gangster had asked many times and no doubt would ask many times yet to come but no matter how many times it left his lips it was always sincere. Arturo was as interested in their well-being and moral as he was his own.

Though he knew his companion couldn't see it the gangster gave a self-satisfied nod when she responded that she was great. That was good. That was what he liked to hear. “I've heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” He did not speak it to be insensitive, only to state. “some call our home beautiful and others call it a curse. But for Teaghlaigh it has been a blessing.” Old wives tales did not phase him. He did not put stock into the supernatural and the superstitious even though his mother had. “These sequoias are sentinels, stretching heavenward. They are archaic and strong. I can think of no other place for us to thrive.” The sequoias would keep them sheltered, draw in prey and though he did not believe in such things he contemplated that the legends surrounding their home might help to ward off the unwanted. Reputation could build or destroy empires — this Arturo knew well.

“I am well, keeping busy,” Arturo responded honestly, watching as she settled upon her haunches. The Ceannasach remained standing. With their pleasantries out of the way Aster got down to business without delay. “That can be arranged,” The gangster spoke, willing to accommodate her as needed. Perhaps when Chusi had some more experience under her belt he could broach the idea of accompanying Aster to his young ward; but not while she was still training. “You hunt when you are most comfortable. I'm not expecting a full grown elk. Anything helps to fill the cache, and when the pack hunts you can remain with the children.” There were always ways around it. He didn't care how so long as she contributed and helped out where she could. If patrols were too much for her he wasn't going to force it. Teaghlaigh's ranks were filling and he did not feel the need to apply pressure.

Arturo tried not to be an unreasonable man. He did not always succeed but he tried; and blind or not Aster was apart of The Family, and The Family took care of it's own.

“Just contribute what you can, that's all I ask.” It wasn't anything he would not do himself. He was not the type of man to expect his wolves to do things that he, himself, wouldn't do for the pack. Granted, as their leader he did more than he expected of them but that was all apart of the job. It was a job that Arturo Fearghal did not mind. He felt he did his best under the weight of responsibility and he enjoyed being Ceannasach. “I'll accompany you for the rest of your patrol.” He told her, not giving her the option to decline as she had just told him that she would need another to patrol with her. “Come on,” He encouraged softly, though she was eager enough to continue forth with her patrols with Arturo lingering near by, stopping here and there to add his own scent mark to them where he felt it was needed before the pair parted ways with one another.