Want what you can't have.

There was a pounding upon the earth. At first it was a feeling, perhaps a ghost of a feeling, but it quickly grew until the sensation became a sound, and then a scent. The man arrived and carefully poised himself before her; knowing her well enough, and keeping a certain distance. Dawa was surprised she did not have to wait long - another glimmer of a feeling, suppressed and forgotten a moment later. He was here now and she was once again at ease. When Tenzin spoke her name, she lifted her head and reached with her nose - seeking his scent in earnest, the warmth of his chest and the strands of his fur as they passed over her snout.

Dawa flinched away from the touch, but was soothed by his presence.

"Tenzin," The woman murmured, greeting him as best she could despite the issues with her sight. Her voice still monotonous and seemingly forced, unfeeling, and oh, how she wished there could be warmth there.

"I cannot lead." She informed him next, with the instinctive flattening of her ears; but her voice was speaking fact. Perhaps it would come to a surprise to him. "It has been brought to my attention that... I cannot see," Was that humour? Maybe an attempt. Although her voice was still lacklustre. "I began hunting lessons with Anemone. They did not go well and... She has not returned to teach me more," In all likelihood the woman had grown so busy that her sessions with Dawa had become intermittent; or perhaps she forgot. Either way, it was now brought to the Alpha's attention that someone may in fact be missing.

"I cannot hunt, I cannot see. My body is..." Here Dawa felt the words catch in her throat, and was overwhelmed by a sudden sensation in her chest; hot and spreading up her throat to her face. A stinging in her eyes - a wetness, what was that? Was something wrong? "Inadequate," The woman finally finished, choking out a little word with a squeak. There was no way for Dawa to know that she was crying. The sliding touch of tears against her cheeks stung in a strange new way, a deeper way. Something intangible. "I ask to step down. For the goodness of the Vale."