Whitefish River I'm comin' home

She seemed hopeful his eyesight would come back, and he surely wanted it to with every part of his being. I hope you're right, he said. He didn't know what it was like to live with such a disadvantage, and with this famine, he knew he wouldn't survive with such little food around. He would have more of a chance if prey was more plentiful, then he would have more chances to catch it.

His ears focused on her voice as she explained what happened to the others. She didn't really know much more than he, which made him want to get home all the sooner. If I stay out here any longer, I won't make it home, he said honestly, his voice soft. I want to go now. If he had been able to see her wound, he might have suggested staying a little bit longer. He hoisted himself off the ground with more effort than he usually needed, his eyes searching for her form to see if she had done the same.