Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

The child drew a small smile from Artok. He had been that child. The one to open his mouth and speak before he was supposed to. The rude child. He saw nothing wrong with it, as he would have done the same. He had done the same.

It was he who had looked right at Kove and told him he disliked him. Yes that youth would make other's mad, but he would know his own mind as he grew. And that was something Artok was immensely proud of within himself.

Maiken is right, though if memory serves. Their eyesight is poor.