Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

When she explained some of her methods to him, he was intrigued. He relied on his sense of hearing of course, but when he wasn't hunting, his senses were more often focused instead on sight and smell, and he'd listen to his environment of course- but in a much more passive way. He might not notice all the subtle things that could have been heard if he'd only been listening. Instead, he tended to only listen for sounds that indicated that something or someone might be nearby- and whether that meant food, company or danger. 

But Fennec would likely be more prone to using her sense of hearing to a much greater degree than he did- and all those little, subtle sounds likely helped her paint a picture of her surroundings. No wonder she could navigate the way she did. When she suggested that there was something subjective about the nature of her fortunes, though, he wsa even more impressed. "That's a neat concept," He said. "That I might hear something different than you," He said. He chuckled. "'Course I'd need for things to be a lot more obvious, given how oblivious I can be. I think you're just...Naturally better at this. Probably more so than like...Most wolves." He said. And it wasn't because of her blindness- it was because Fennec was a wolf who felt the pull to understand what she was hearing and then actually take inspiration from it and divine a meaning. Something like that had never even occurred to Bronco before. It took a brilliant mind to discover that sort of talent. 

He smiled and embraced her touch as she moved past him, and nodded. "Me too," He said, licking his lips. "A drink, and then a nap, and then a patrol," He said, listing out the itinerary for the rest of his day so that he felt that he'd at least made some plans, he could consider himself having been productive.