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]
It didn’t matter how slow she moved, Yildun was already on the defense. Being blind, and meeting a stranger, automatically put him on the defense. His body was tense and ready to run at any given moment, as well as ready to call for help if that need so arose. It wasn’t the same here as it had been where he had been born. Most of the wolves he interacted with at least knew of him because of his father. So it was taking a lot of adjusting to being somewhere that not only did others not know his father, but knew nothing about the blind young male as well.
His ears were pushed forward as he listened to her stopping a little bit away from him and sitting. Every movement she made, he was fully aware of regardless of the fact that he couldn’t actually see her movements. She spoke of having eaten and it caused a slight stirring within his own stomach. The young male was still only eating just enough to sustain him and not nearly enough to keep him healthy looking. He was thin, far too thin, and it was his own doing. He just couldn’t seem to get himself to eat much of anything regardless of how hungry he was at the time of the meals. His depression caused him to just not care.
“It is called Dragonwatchers and is led by Koontz,” he told her, flicking an ear to listen to the sounds around him as well as focusing on Vilocity. “What would you like to know about the pack?” He wasn’t entirely sure what to tell her about the pack without knowing more of what she was interested in hearing about.