Blacktail Deer Plateau With the lights down low

Grayday was grateful for his wife's support; he sensed what she was doing even if she tried not to make it too obvious. He needed her right then, and he wasn't afraid to show it by pressing his shoulder into hers, so that they walked as one wolf instead of two. Clumsily, he brushed his tongue against her muzzle, his whiskers telling him enough that he didn't hit her in the eye, as he had even before losing one of his own. Eventually, he would grow accustomed to having only one left, just as he had grown accustomed to the shape of his wife, and the way that she moved. Eventually, his vision would be entirely a thing of the past.

"Are you worried?" he asked her, ignoring her jest. Between seeing to Lavender and the return of the scouting party, they'd not had much time for touching bases on this new development. He had resigned himself long ago to eventual blindness, but Catori, he knew, had not had as much time to come to terms.