Stone Circle the blind leaving the blind

The approach of a stranger made Valiant quickly abandon his sulkly wandering. He straightened, ears pricking curiously atop his head as he tried to judge whether or not the woman was coming toward him. She called out after a moment, and Valiant called back and quizzical, "Howdy." That answers that.

He began trotting toward her instead, tail wagging uncertainly to broadcast his harmless and friendly nature. There was something about the woman that was putting him on guard, and he didn't realize until she drew nearer that it was the way she was moving -- and why. He was very glad that she seemed unable to see him when he couldn't keep the expression of shock and disgust off his face. He remembered Aunt Spot telling him that his grandfather had been nearly blind for almost a year before his death, but somehow, it had been made nobler than this in his imagination. "H-howdy," he repeated, still bemused by the stange greeting. "My name's Valiant. P-pleased to meet you."

He was not a timid boy, but when faced with the misfortune of others, he was never quite sure how to act.