Broken Boulder used to know

He knew he couldn't stay silent with his face down, breathing in the dirt of the earth. Not when Alarian said his name again. The word wrong appeared again and made his paws briefly press tightly against his face. Ever so carefully he peeled his paws away from his face before closing his eyes tightly.

"Pale...pale stranger." He spoke softly. "Asked what wrong with my eye." His tones conveyed his distress with the situation. Ulf had no idea if he was being reasonable about the situation but he didn't particularly care. She had come from nowhere and questioned something he never knew. Technically he knew but it seemed natural, not wrong. His eyes were all he had ever known and suddenly there was something wrong with them.

He opened his blue eyes, seeking the face of Alarian. "What's wrong?" Ulf asked softly referencing his eyes although he hadn't been able to convey it in the best manner.