How her shadow was about to view the world with one eye was beyond her, for even in the short instance she as impaired, she had a horrid time navigating. Either she tread too close to the waters and threatened to slip, or she veered too far and nearly run into the neighboring woodlands. Finesse was needed, but the tan wolf was too grouchy from her failed excursion to even consider a more dexterous progression. If he could have seen her then, undoubtedly he would have been embarrassed.
Yet another disadvantage to her impairment came forth when the shape of another resided just outside her field of vision. Visually tensing as she halted, she turned abruptly to the feminine voice. Her lips immediately curled back at the startle, as the whole of her bristled and hunkered down protectively. How on earth did Raheerah manage without being able to see…?
“Hm?” she grunted as her good eye rested sharply on a female, dark in color but like in voice not unlike the maternal grace of Velox. It was by this tone that the female gradually allowed herself to relax as she stood though remained quite apprehensive given her apparent vulnerable state. “No… I am…” she grumbled softly as her brows furrowed eliciting a sharp wave of pain just above her eye. “I am fine. I need direction to the mountain is all…” |