Redhawk Caldera Fighting a giant goldfish at the South Pole

Fin's muscles tensed when Nightjar reacted to her presence. Her ears flattened as her hackles raised, but she didn't move otherwise. It wasn't like him to respond so violently to her, but in his aggression, she saw panic and fear. She was still as he thrashed, searching for her. Everything about the encounter was wrong to her, and it became even more so when suddenly his vicious demeanor switched to sad little whimpers.

He explained promptly once he realized it was her, but her mind was slow to comprehend. "What do you mean you can't see me?" Fin asked, too surprised and dumbfounded to help herself. It took a few seconds, but she came to accept quickly enough that there really wasn't any question about how to interpret his words. She was not a deep-minded wolf. Metaphors were often lost upon her. If he said he couldn't see, there was only one translation for her to make - the literal one. Still, she was too startled for concern to take her. "What happened?" she said after a few seconds, her head tilting as she gazed at him in confusion.