"Could you tell me more of the Vale...?"
Dawa's ears flicked back briefly, so briefly it was like a flap of tiny wings; she was sitting with her attention upon the possible recruit, although her blindness remained prevalent, as it always did.
"Here in the Vale, the wolves are peaceful. We live a quiet existence while pursuing strong physical, mental, and spiritual health." Her words sounded bland and unfeeling, for that was the way she was. Even as Dawa spoke of spiritual health, her behaviour did not boast with zeal; she was monotonous. Robotic. But the words continued a moment later, as she caught her breath.
"The Monks are one faction, and they are taught by our friend Tenzin. They care for the mental well-being of the pack. I teach the Clerics, who focus on the physical. And Raheerah-" As she said his name, she turned her head to look upon the man; unaware if she was peering in the right direction, although she tried to point her muzzle in the direction his raspy breaths came from. A quick look, before settling back in to her rigid sphinx-pose. "-trains the warriors, who make sure the land is safe for all who thrive here."
As silence budded once more, Dawa did not smile. She forgot all about the pleasantries that Tenzin had been trying to train in to her - and instead, she plainly stated, "Everyone with good intention is welcome here."