The Heartwood Angel With A Shotgun

She smiled, he seemed to be a very kind wolf, and it is very rare seeing any kind wolves anymore in this world. Her mixed colored optics focused upon his emerald optics, listening as she looked around, her lobes swiveling for any sounds that could occur through her lobes. Finding nothing, she looked over to Ashton.

"Your pack seems to be very kind. My old home was like that myself, but, I was proven to be blind by our healers, and so my parents had no choice but to abandon me so that they did not get in trouble for having a disabled wolf pup in the pack. I may have one eye that is able to be used, but, it makes me stronger than weaker."