The ground was uneven, loose rocks threatening to trip anyone who wasn't careful enough. The rocks were covered in icy snow, capable of slicing into the pads of a younger wolf; a wolf whose pads were still soft, inexperienced against the harsh, jagged rocks - a pup, generally. But this wolf was not a pup. He was an adult. His pads had been hardened by his days spent on the rocky cliffside, with parents who taught him to use his thick claws. These sharp, icy rocks were no problem for him. They felt like any other rock, albeit cold. But his paws were feathered, the greyish fur shielding them from too much of the icy chill. His coat was an interesting blend of dark and light colors, like seasoning on a white background. Though the 'seasoning' on this young wolf covered his body, enveloping him in the colors. Very little white was left on his below-average sized body.
His eyes were open, surveying the land despite his partial blindness. That partial was a large portion, however. Raz was more than fifty percent blind. He could still see light in one eye, and therefore, shadows, and sometimes outlines. He could never see the whole figure, though. And in these harsh temperatures, the land resembled nothing but a big land of light. Raz wondered if, when he was able to see, the ground would have blinded him. Inside his skull, Raz mentally pictured his ugly scar, the jagged line across his forehead than ran just above his eyes. The cause of his blindness. Something as silly as being knocked into a rock had caused him to never see again. It had joggled his brain, screwed up whatever lobe was used for sight. The wolf sighed, closing his eyes a moment to scent the air.
Although none of his senses had heightened, as the blindness was not with him from birth, Raz had learned to depend on everything else but sight. He focused on the simple changes in the wind, hearing the warning calls of birds, or sniffing out prey. He did rely on his partial sight to allow him to land critical blows, but he was nothing of the hunter he once had been. Yes, the now-blind wolf was learning. And he was getting better with each hunt. But he was no idiot. He would never be the hunter that all wolves should be. Though he already wasn't a fighter, he imagined his skills would be even more pitiful now that he was blind. All because of one stupid wolf that a got a little defensive because Raz hadn't checked any of the scent markers. He had been far too excited then, too immature. But he was different now. Much different. Although he was still an excited, happy wolf, he had learned from his mistakes.
Today, he didn't enter the territory by accident. He was purposely entering the territory of a pack. He was searching for a place his own - a place that he could call home. And though he was blind, Raz was determined to earn his place in the pack. This young wolf was likely the most determined, the most hard-working. He liked to think he was the happiest, too. Happiness was a good thing, right? It had to be. How could anyone do anything if they were depressed? It made no sense. Well, to Raz anyway. The wolf threw back his head, sending a howl through the area, calling the alpha to him. He mentally hoped the pack could find a use for a blind wolf like himself.
The small grey femme made her way along the borders Ariila. Her small paws moving delicately around the rocks, careful to not step on a rock that may tumble out from under her. In the winter the rocks would be covered with snow so thick that it would be almost impossible for her to pick her way through without cutting her paw on the rocks hidden by the snow. But today the weather was nice, a little cloudy but other than that the weather was a good day and she could catch the smell of prey about the area. As much as she wanted to spend the rest of the day hunting for her pack she knew that since her beta and alpha were out exploring the land around Shyia that she would have to step up a bit and scent mark the pack's borders.
As she was about to scent mark another border line she caught the sound of a howl. A male wolf and he was on the edge of their territory. Haze's beta had told her before that he didn't truly like wolves that would cross the borders without howling but without the beta or alpha here Haze had no idea how to enforce it, making her glad that this wolf was curteous enough to howl.
Haze ran off in the direction of the howl, her silvery fur gently ruffled by the wind. A male wolf came into her view and the closer she got she was able to see that his eyes were glazed with blindness. The small shewolf didn't know if he was fully blind but either way he looked as though he could care for himself considering his otherwise healthy appearance.
"Greetings there Stranger. My name is Haze. I know that you wanted to summon the alpha but both he and my beta are on a journey to explore the other lands. But until they return you may answer to me instead."
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2011 19:53:37 GMT -5 by kiipcha
