Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

There's a silence after Hide asks his question. The boy waits patiently, figuring the brute might just need some time to wrap his head around why his prisoner might care. And, finally, the massive wolf speaks, confirming Hide's suspicions. 

"I found that injury on your leg just fine," he remarks quickly, probably against his best interest. But the jab at him for being blind was... well, it was a sensitive subject, and this guy was pretty bold to make that comment anyway. He wasn't incapable, which he thought he'd proven already. His head pounded and he winced, squeezing his eyes shut tight. It didn't help.

Hide let out a yelp when he was grabbed and yanked to his feet. God, this wolf must be huge to be able to pick him up like that. A quiver of fear overtook him, but he tried not to let it show too much.

The boy carefully picked his way over to join the older wolf on the ledge. He didn't dare take a step further than where he could hear the man breathing - he didn't want to fall, if there was a drop. Better safe than sorry. "Why'd you take me here, anyway?" he asked, tipping his head to the side.