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The voice draws him up short - Grayday stops in his tracks and stares hard at the shadowy figure, straining to see the difference between the strange wolf and his daughter. In his eye, there is none.

"My apologies," he says, shaken by the reality of his impairment. "I came here with my daughters - they must've wandered off while I - "

A violent sneeze cut through the male's explanation. A swirl of the wind had brought her scent to his nares, and pleasant though it was, the male knew better than to let it settle. " - while I was asleep," he finished, his voice a bit more formal. He took a couple more steps back and then sank to his belly in a sphinx-like repose, aware that he might cut a threatening figure to many a lone woman. "Heda, right?" he asked,  finally placing her voice after having caught her scent. "Sorry if I startled you. I don't see well anymore."