Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

Fade?

Nightjar shook his head to indicate that it did not bother him. Still, Fox could not help but feel as though she had done something wrong. Since the very beginning, perhaps even before they came into this world, Fox had wanted to give the Firebirds the absolute best chance at life. In that, she felt she had failed. If Nightjar had never heard out of his left ear, then he likely never would. The Alpha frowned.

Perhaps he was lucky that it was not a visible impairment. Nobody could look at him and know right away that his left ear heard nothing. She would know, along with anybody else who thought to ask. But really, how many wolves went around asking that kind of thing? Fox had not asked up until now, and she had only done so because he'd brought it up. At least he was not bothered, although Fox would keep an extra close eye on him. Now that she knew of his handicap, she would be watching for it.

For now, though, she settled her chin on her forelegs, waiting for Peregrine to wake from his nap.