Quite some time had passed since the sightless young male had ended up getting caught in a storm and completely losing his way. He, who prided himself in knowing his way around, had been unable to find his way back to Koontz because the storm had washed away his scent trail, thus causing him to completely lose his way. It was purely by the grace of the Stars that he had survived on his own this long, not mention finally finding his way back into the area. But what he couldn’t find was her scent. He searched high and low, following his nose and feeling his way around. She was nowhere to be found.

Broken hearted, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to continue trying to survive on his own and would have to try to find a pack that would graciously take him in, blindness and all. That task was going to be just as hard as finding his way back, if not harder. His blindness was likely to be his downfall, to be honest. But he had to try to hold onto the hope that someone, somewhere, would accept him and allow him to try to prove himself worthy enough of being a member of their pack. It was getting someone to give him that chance, though, that he knew was going to be difficult.

Scent markings lingering in the air caused the sightless young male to come to a complete halt. He knew better than to cross scent markings, especially since he no longer knew if there was even anyone still around that he knew. But there was a familiar scent in those scent markings and it caused a slight frown to dance upon his muzzle. This was because he remembered her scent. He remembered the last time he had been anywhere near her. It had not gone well. Yildun considered turning away, going somewhere else, but it was a touch of pride, or perhaps humbleness, that caused him to remain where he was… save for taking a couple respectful steps backward, away from the border.

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly and prepared himself to be as humble as possible, knowing that he was probably going to have to do some sucking up and ass kissing. Finally, he tilted his head back a little and let his song fill the air, asking for audience with someone in charge, not knowing that it was she that was the one in charge here. Boy was he going to be in for a surprise.

He paused in his words, briefly, when she interjected about her name change. "Hawkeye… sorry," he took the time to say before continuing with the rest of what he had to say. This was not easy for him. Groveling was not something anyone really liked doing, did they? He knew he sure didn’t, but he also knew that it wasn’t going to be easy trying to find anyone else who would be even remotely willing to give him a chance. Though as he listened to her, he wasn’t sure that even she was going to give him a chance. There seemed to be a lot of anger in her words.

Keeping his head lowered, he gave a faint nod. "Yes, I remember," he answered. His voice hushed, barely above a whisper but loud enough for her to hopefully hear him. "I don’t know what to say, Vilo… er… Hawkeye, other than I’m sorry," he responded, truly not knowing what else to say. Yildun fell silent again as she continued.

He remained silent through her mocking words, keeping his head lowered and his body so near the cold ground that he could feel the cold slipping to touch his skin through his fur. "I don’t know why she’s gone, nor where she’s gone," he began only when she finished speaking. "I don’t know what you want me to say, Hawkeye," he added, giving a gentle sigh.