Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

Feel free to skip me after this! Just wanna get him in here

It had been awhile since the fight with that asshole, but his vision had not returned to normal in his injured eye. He knew the stranger had done irreversible damage. The swelling had gone down, he could feel it-- unbeknownst to him, the only difference now was a pale cloudiness in the affected eye.
The few bite marks on his shoulders and scruff bothered him less than his lack of sight. He saw little but shadows on the right side, vague blurred shapes. It was more than a bit discouraging.
Prince nonetheless hurried to answer Heda's call, remembering the last had been important. He found himself struggling now, depth perception skewed by the sudden loss. Sometimes he glimpsed a shadow in his bad eye and flinched from something several feet away from him.
The boy tried his best to appear normal when he found Heda, walking slowly and carefully to bow before her before he settled to the side. The scent of her heat did not slip by him, but he had smelled this before on females, and had a vague idea of what it was-- he kept a fair distance, but otherwise did not react to his Commander's condition. It inspired little internal reaction anyway; perhaps that was odd, but Prince was unconcerned. He would remain on the sidelines silently, waiting for whatever was to come next.