Dawnlark Plains Take me higher, where blind men see

Whoever was there didn't respond, which utterly confused Dash. Had they realized he was blind and simply moved on? In this famine, he was an easy target to just about any predator, wolves included. The creature near him neither spoke nor attacked him, which left him simply sitting there, waiting. 

A sudden nudge caused Dash to jerk back, but then he heard the chuff again. The pressure against his side had not hurt, it felt more like a nose. If the creature was playing with him, he didn't hear any laughter, but nor had they spoke yet. He figured if they were out to eat him, they wouldn't be wasting the time and would have done it already. So, maybe this unknown individual could help him. I'm in need of help, he said. Well, obviously. Could you take me somewhere I could rest? A hole in a tree, or the ground, wherever, he said, his voice almost pleading. Dash was not a begging creature, but he knew he could not help himself at this moment. He would not ask for food, fearing it would be too much, but if they could find him a hiding spot where he would be safe, maybe he could figure the rest out for himself.