Swiftcurrent Creek Wind Beneath Wings

She listened, her ear perpetually turned to her blind flank. Nightingale made sure that she was unseen, and hopefully her ears won't fail where her eyesight so obviously had.

She smiled up at the sky, seeing a bird flitting through the trees above her. She sighed, imagining she were that bird, flying gracefully through the trees.

The half-blind pup suddenly jumped. It wasn't any normal jump though, this was a jump that could impress the flying things, even for wolves older than her. She had no doubt that when she grew older, she'd be a spectacular jumper.

But for now, the handicapped juvenile decided to settle for small jumps, ones just big enough to clear the shoulders of Mackenzie Valley Wolves. She jumped in delight, catching stray leaves in the wind(or at least tried to. She always seemed slightly off to the left, which she blames for the lack of her right vision.) and innocently forgetting to check for any passerby.