this used to be the place i ran towhenever i was in need
of a friend
[size=3]why did it have to end[/size]
Knowing that it would be best for him to be in a pack and not remain as a lone wolf, he had eventually gave a silent nod when it had been discussed with the rest of the group as to if they would go try to join a certain pack or not. He would go wherever his sister and brother went, that much was a given. He was worried, though, that he would be turned away no matter where they went because of his blindness. The young male truly wished that would not end up being the case, though. He wanted to be given the chance to prove that he wasn’t useless. Granted, there were things that he couldn’t do, but there were other things that he could without much problem. Plus, he knew that his sister would help him in any way if he needed it and asked for it.
The feel of her nudge to his shoulder was reassuring. He’d remained as close to her as possible during their travel from the southern part of the land to the north. His ears slicked partially backward and he reached out to touch his nose to her cheek. A hushed whine escaped from him as he did so. Yildun was nervous, afraid that he would be turned away because of his handicap. When they came to a halt, Yildun was torn between keeping himself plastered to Julooke’s side or hanging back with the others. He knew that there was some tension between the two older males in the group (Verrine and Barristan) but, honestly, Yildun followed his sister who followed Verrine. Whoever she followed, he followed as well.
When the first arrived at near the borders of the pack that they were seeking to join, Yildun remained as close to Julooke as he could, keeping his side touching hers even when she reclined into a sitting position. His ears were in constant motion, listening for the sound of someone coming to answer Julooke’s call. Instantly, his ears slicked backward, picking up sounds with his heightened sense of hearing that made up for his lack of sight, signaling that someone was coming. For a few minutes, he was torn between remaining beside Julooke or stepping further away to go to his brother’s side. It was not an easy decision for him. The sound of a female voice that went with the scent he was smelling, caused him to lower his head a little, showing respect for that moment.
Finally making his decision, he chose to leave Julooke’s side and moved to be as close to his darkly colored littermate brother, Arrakis. They were like Yin and Yang, night and day. Yildun’s milky white, sightless eyes remained fixed forward, unseeing. He had moved as carefully as possible, relying on the scent of his brother to get him from where he’d been at Julooke’s side to where Arrakis was standing. His face was slightly sunken looking from the depression and lack of sleep, but his body was of a decent weight. He made himself eat, at least enough to sustain him and not let him go hungry. But he didn’t eat with nearly as much gusto as he had many months prior. For now, he would remain silent, still as possible, unless directly spoken to.