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]
As of late, the sightless boy was spending less and less time deep within the pack territory and more and more time nearer to the territory borders. He knew that it was dangerous for him to do, but since he had such superior hearing due to his lack of vision, he figured he was safe enough. Surely the day would end up coming that something would end up happening, but until then, he was content with doing what he was doing. He was trying to be a little more independent, though he had yet to attempt to hunt on his own since coming here purely because he didn’t trust himself to not end up running into a tree or stepping in a hole. He was still trying to learn the lay of the land within the pack borders, though it was still quite slow going.
Hanging out near the borders, his ears were in constant motion, listening to the various sounds all around him. Rarely did those sounds change, but when they did, he was the first to hear them. He’d been trying so hard to stop thinking about his parents and how much he missed them, but it seemed to only work when he was in the company of others, though not in the company of his beloved sister because she was in the same depressive funk that he was in. Believe it or not but being in the company of complete strangers seemed to be the only thing that managed to get his mind off of his depression, off of his sadness.
Hanging out under a shade tree, it wasn’t really overly hot that afternoon but it felt good out of the sun’s rays that were coming down through the tree tops. The light breeze that was blowing ruffled his fur every so often as it reached him from around the trees. That was when a sound reached his ears causing him to thrust them forward, turning his head in the direction the sound was coming from. Milky colored eyes stared, unblinking, unmoving, unseeing. But it wasn’t with his eyes that he was able to locate things. “Who’s there?”