Blacktail Deer Plateau different direction

There was something very wrong with Atticus. Pura knew it - everyone knew it, but Tytonidae .. the poor girl posesssed mental afflictions to rival her freckled cousin, who despite being slow to process the world around him had a fairly good grasp on reality. He knew now that Junior had disappeared rather than died (though it took him a while to accept that the ears they had buried belonged to some other creature), and that Atticus was sick. Ty seemed to live in a completely different world, where time had long since stopped.

Lately, she had taken to spending most of her time by Atticus. Pura occasionally stopped to watch them, noting the swarthy male's slow, laborious movements and lack of words. There was a glazed quality to his once expressive eyes that made him look a little like Pura, though it was not a parallel that the pup would draw.

Today, like most days, she was prattling away in the grown wolf's ear about something-or-other. Pura edged towards them, watching Ty's animated face as she recounted tales of familial woe to the only wolf that spoke less than Pura did. The awkwardly large pup stopped a few feet away, gaze shifting between Ty's jabbering mouth and Atticus, who didn't look as if he had the capacity to process a single word of what was being said. He certainly wasn't responding. After a while, Pura angled one ear back and focused his attention on Ty. "He can't hear," he told her flatly.

I had a read of what Atticus's symptoms are supposed to be - PM me if this is wrong. :D