Lion Head Mesa breathin' soft on my skin

Midas has not heard such a pitched sound before. Where he first wanted to step back, a second later it interested his young mind. His instinct... it reminded him of something. He couldn't place it. "No," Midas spoke, but he did give the small ... wolf?... another sniff. The male shook his head, no, it smelled of the pack, but was it? It was strange. Maybe it was just a small wolf.

It stroked his ego that he was bigger, that was a first. His tail raised with glee, showing off. Midas blinked as he was referred to as son. That wasn't correct. "No son. I'm Midas," he returned. "You small? Why?," he asked as he tried to feel for the other again. Something small was harder to locate when blind he found. The boy didn't realize he was blind.