Redtail Rise i'll sit all alone, watch from the edge of the earth

At some point, it had become apparent to Carrion just exactly what being deaf meant. When she had been informed about the newest youngster among them, who had shown up sometime within the last two or three full moons, she hadn’t been entirely certain what a wolf who could not hear would be like.

They had not interacted much, if at all, and it was interesting to sometimes trail the girl at a distance without ever being discovered due to her disability, but she had little enthusiasm for crossing paths with someone she could not stymie with her riddles.

That being said, there wasn’t much difference in her eyes between the deaf girl and, say, Augur or New Snow, who she cared for as much as a narcissistic adolescent could. And since both of her mute guardians (and their just-as-mute children) served a purpose in their own ways, all without ever being able to converse, she now wondered what kind of camaraderie she could share with the recovering patroller.

Instead of stalking her from afar as usual, Carrion made a point to come from the front, so as to greet the hearing-impaired guardian head-on. She approached slowly, unwilling to startle the injured youth, wagging her tail tentatively once they’d made eye contact. She did not look to the girl’s limp or noticeable injury – she didn’t care about that – but instead made it clear through body language that she intended to walk alongside her on patrol. Was she welcome there?