It felt good to have been sharing his sad song with her. The sightless young male was glad that she had come, even if he wasn’t in the most upbeat of spirits. Just her presence made him feel happier inside. His tail gave a faint thump against the ground behind him as she leaned slightly into him, teasing him about him touching his nose to the side of her neck. A faint smile began to show upon his silvery muzzle. Yes, he was very glad she’d come when she did. She was someone he felt he didn’t have to pretend with. He could let all his emotions show and he felt that she wouldn’t judge him for it.

She didn’t have to say why she was saying she was sorry, and she was correct in that he would know why and what she was referring to. He was hurt that the others had left, vanished without so much as a single word. In a sense, Yildun found it to be just flat out unfair, especially since he knew it threw his sister into an even deeper depression. "Me too," he responded quietly, falling silent when she continued. A faint smile graced his silvery muzzle as he listened to her.

"When we first came here," he began, wanting to tell her everything in his thoughts. "I didn’t know if I would be accepted or not because of my blindness. To be honest, I didn’t even care. I was walking through life merely existing, not living. I wanted to join my dad." His voice cracked for a moment, causing him to pause to collect himself. "The longer I’m here, the more I can’t imagine being anywhere else. You have given me reason and will to carry on."

She moved to stand in front of him, nose to nose, and he could feel her warm breath on his face. Her just being there was comforting to him on so many levels. "I haven’t had a chance," he admitted. No one had come to him seeking someone to talk to. Because of that, it was hard to try out his job. "What about you? Have you had a chance to yet?" he asked in return, not knowing she’d picked a different path since they’d last spent time together. "I’ve been… alright I guess, though. And you?"

She was the first one that he’d ever admitted to that he’d wanted to join his father. He hadn’t even told Julooke, mostly because he hadn’t wanted to cause her any further distress than she was already dealing with. Though he hadn’t outright acted upon that desire, his eating just barely enough to sustain a beating heart should have spoken volumes to those who knew about his severe depression, or at least to those who knew him best. Since becoming friends with Koontz, though, he had gained a little bit of weight, finding an actual desire to want to live. It wasn’t much weight, but it was enough to make him no longer look like a walking skeleton with fur draped over him. She gave him reason to want to live, actually live.

Though he couldn’t see the smirk, he could hear it in her voice and thumped his tail against the ground behind him. She had more faith in him than he had in himself, that much was certain, but it was clearly something the sightless young male needed; someone to believe in him when he, himself, couldn’t. He didn’t yet say anything as she continued, explaining the job she opted to take on instead. Yildun understood the need for hunters within the pack instead. The sightless male did wish that he could help with hunting for the pack. Alas, things didn’t always go as one wished they did. But that was okay.

"You can do it," he finally responded. "I have faith in you." A slightly wider smile graced his muzzle as he spoke. He went silent again, though, when she asked him about showing off his hunting skills. It wasn’t that the night affected his abilities. It was more that some of the things he was able to hunt weren’t out at night, preferring the safety of their dens or tree homes. But he didn’t want to disappoint, especially since she had done so much for him already.

Turning his head from her, he pushed his ears fully forward. Silently, he listened to the night around them. He was listening for any sign that some creature would be out in the night, something that would be small enough for him to be able to hunt. Yildun wasn’t hearing anything, though, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something out there somewhere. He chalked it up to the two of them having been singing to the night just moments before. "We’ll have to move away from this spot to find anything," he finally told her, turning his head back toward her, accidentally brushing his nose directly against hers in the process. If it were possible to blush, he would be.

Walking beside her, he occasionally brushed against her. This was done on purpose, to be able to tell exactly where she was at, but it sent thrills down his spine each time he felt their fur mingle against each other. She’d become an almost constant in his thoughts, but he was far too bashful and unsure of himself to openly tell her about it. He’d never had feelings about someone before, so wasn’t even sure of what it was that he was feeling. Sure, he loved his parents, he loved his siblings and he loved those he knew within the pack he’d been born into, but that was an entirely different feeling. What he wasn’t understanding was that he was developing a pretty strong crush on the Alpha Female.

His ears were pushed fully forward, swiveling every so often to listen to the sounds in the night, sorting those sounds from the sound of her beautiful voice. It was hard to not focus entirely upon her, but he did want the chance to show her that he could hunt, and hunt successfully. But the moment she said Seahawk Valley, the sightless young male came to a sudden halt, turning his head toward her as though he were really looking directly at her. On the day that they had been accepted into the pack, he hadn’t paid much attention to the things that had or hadn’t been said because he had been too far into his depressive state.

"I didn’t know you’re from Seahawk Valley," he responded, surprise clearly laced in his voice. "Sterrenvuur," he answered. "I was born into Sterrenvuur. My parents were the leaders; Liyano is… was… my father. After he died, Youmi, my sister, and her mate, Chakra, took over the pack." He fell silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on in his head at that moment. "What pack are you from?" It seemed that he was learning that they had more in common than just being in this pack together.

The feel of her tail brushing against him sent an invisible shiver down his spine. He remained silent, though, while she spoke, listening to her words along with the sound of her voice. "He is pretty awesome," he responded about Chakra. "My sister, Youmi, is pretty head over heels for him. They’re a great couple, and have been really good leaders since stepping up after mom and dad died. I’m an uncle through them." He seemed to beam with pride when he spoke of being an uncle. He was feeling a little homesick in that moment, thinking about his family that he’d left, but it passed as he realized he wouldn’t have met Koontz had he stayed behind in Sterrenvuur, and he really liked Koontz.

Flightless Falcons… Chakra had mentioned that pack before! "I’ve heard of that pack, from Chakra. He spoke of Mo, too. What a small world, after all," he mused aloud. It was fascinating to learn that they were from the same parts of the world before ending up here. It made him feel a little less homesick, and that much closer to Koontz. Coming here really was a good thing. "I bet she’d be proud of you for having your own pack," he said after she’d finished talking about her parents. She seemed to be just as fond of her parents as he would always be of his. He was having a difficult time with trying to listen for something to hunt purely because he was far more focused on their conversation than anything else around them.

"My mom and I weren’t all that close," he admitted. "After Atreides, one of my litter brothers, died, she seemed to be sick and sad more often than not. He died when we were still really young. So I was never able to really… I don’t know… connect with her, I guess. It was my dad that I was the closest with." It actually felt good to be talking about the things that he seemed to have locked away inside for so long. That he was able to do so without breaking down into tears was an absolute plus, too.

He gave an understanding nod as she spoke of sometimes missing her parents. At least hers were still living and it didn’t seem likely that she would be there when her parents did die. But that wasn’t something he voiced out loud, purely because he didn’t want to sound like a jerk or something. "Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my parents, especially my dad," he readily admitted. "But it’s become a little easier lately," he added, turning his head toward her almost as if he were looking right at her.

He couldn’t help but laugh playfully when she seemed to realize that the two of them talking was making it hard for him to locate prey in order to show her that he really could hunt. It was funny because it was easy to forget that he had to use his keen sense of hearing in order to do much of anything, especially when it came to hunting. To show his gratefulness, he brushed his shoulder against hers before returning his focus on what he was doing; listening for prey. His ears were pushed all the way forward, swiveling forward and back, listening to the sounds of the night all around them. Doing this at night was a little trickier purely because the insects of the night were rarely silent, but he was able to hear beyond them.

Yildun froze, facing to his right with his ears thrust forward and his nostrils twitching as he sniffed at the air. His tail lifted and he began to slowly make his way toward his right. Since his sense of hearing was so strong due to lack of eye sight, it was likely that it would seem that he was almost chasing shadows, in a manner of speaking. But as he slowly moved closer to what it was that he was hearing, it would eventually become clear that he wasn’t just chasing shadows or random sounds in the night. It was a possum that he’d been following the sound of, scurrying around between trees searching for bugs.

His tail went level with his back as he slowly, and silently, crept forward. His muscles were instantly taunt, flexing beneath his silvery coat, as he stalked forward, relying entirely on his ears and nose. Yildun said a silent prayer to the stars for this to go right, for him to not make a fool of himself in front of her, before moving forward once more. He was careful as to where he set his paws down, each step calculated so as to be as silent as absolutely possible.

Yildun got within a couple feet of the possum before it realized the lithe wolf was upon it and it began to try to scramble away. But because of a whole lot of practice, a whole lot of trial and error, Yildun was able to pounce before it got too far away from him, catching it first by the tail. Not wasting any time, the sightless male swooped his head down and snapped his jaws closed around the possum’s neck. When it stopped moving, he lifted his head and carried his prize to him, lowering his head and setting it at her paws. When he lifted his head, the young male was beaming.