Sun Mote Copse Time and time again

She seemed to want to. Fennec couldn't detect a trace of reluctance in her laughed reply, and instead a little eagerness.  Needing help for so long had made accepting it second nature, almost to the point where she could sometimes take it for granted, but it did not mean she'd take it from those who didn't want to give it.  

She felt and heard Sugar Glider shift closer, and lined herself up in her usual fashion; well within personal space, but not so close as to be pressed.

I can hear you move if you don't talk, but I'll stay close.  Basically I just follow where you are going and assume that way I won't hit anything.  Fennec wasn't sure there was more to it than that, but after a minute, did add a thought.  Don't worry about going too fast.  I'll say if I can't keep up.  If Sugar moved slowly to try and accommodate her, it was really no different from her own slow progress across the territory.

It was a huge aspect of trust, allowing someone else to be your eyes.  Fennec didn't bother warning Sugar against taking advantage, though.  Something about her told the blind wolf she didn't need to.