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]
Yildun inwardly groaned, but no outward sound was made, at the mention of his eyes being white. He knew that this was something he was going to end up running into and dealing with since none of the wolves in this pack that they joined had known him before coming here (except the group he came here with). They didn’t know he was blind and knew that this was something he was going to have to explain, as well as explain (and prove) that he was not entirely useless because of his blindness. Part of him was suddenly feeling homesick in that moment.
Super sensitive hearing picked up the sound of someone else moving and gave a slight flick of an ear. But the sound of movement didn’t continue nearing. He did recognize her scent, though, but did not call out to her. He wasn’t even sure if she was aware of him being there, as well as the other male. Sometimes having hearing far better than most wasn’t a blessing like some would think. Sometimes it was far more of a hindrance than anything else. He lived with it, though, because it wasn’t like he had any choice in the matter. Not having sight, his body made up for it in other ways; superior hearing.
His attention finally fully returned to the male; Two Face. His eyes didn’t shift around as they would had he been able to see. “I don’t know,” he answered the first question asked of him. “I thought I heard something or someone, but I’m not sure.” This was one of those times that he did wish that he could see because surely it would make this all easier. “The smell is coming from just over here,” he answered, motioning a little ways in front of him with his muzzle. “But I can’t see what it is…” A soft sigh slipped from the young male. “My eyes are the color they are because I am blind…”