Redhawk Caldera I'll let the waters still

He heard Fennec's voice and was so distracted by it for a moment that he forgot what was going on- or what had just happened, whenever it had happened. For a moment, he tried to place exactly where he was, but without being able to open his eyes much, he could only reach for conclusions which fluttered away almost as soon as they came into his mind. He was dazed still, and it took him several minutes to realize that what Fennec had spoken to him were the reassurances he had sought. It was also some small blessing that he had no idea they were in a den, yet. 

He felt her nudge something toward his muzzle and it felt like a rock. Why would Fennec give him a rock? "I can't see," He murmured almost dreamily. "Can't play bobstones if I can't see," The words were slurred, thoughtless and toneless. Whatever it was she'd pushed toward his muzzle, he'd assumed it had been a rock. And he'd forgotten already that she'd told him to eat it.