He was sitting just outside the Range's main attraction, the structure that had been destroyed long ago; something by the name of a barn. And though he had no idea what a barn was, nor could he even see it, he took a liking to the place. He enjoyed the sounds of the birds songs, not too many different tunes but each bird having it's own voice. Many might not have noticed thee difference between each tweet, but the fact that the pup was blind made him pay much more attention to those tones. For the most part, Exodus stayed inside the den. When Othello and the others would go out, he typically asked to stay not so comfortable with how Othello's children would act toward his intrusion. And he also didn't like the way other wolves treated him so much as a newborn. He acted much older than he was; the way he spoke, the way he acted. And he wanted others to treat him like he was a young man, not like he was crippled. But every once in a while he wanted to go out, and since the barn was so close to his den, he could easily make his way there and back. He wasn't sure how Othello would feel that he was leaving the den when they were, but he felt secure in the pack lands. He was sure that no one evil would enter them, at least not this far into the lands. If anything he would let out a cry for help if deemed necessary, and he was sure the woman would come running. Walk "Talk" Think

The young boy was learning the range with ease. He learned to always step lightly and slowly. To always go with his guy feeling. He had also memorized how to get home. certain cents and landmarks made the path clear. But, he was venturing a little further this time. His little brown paws kitting the ground very lightly. His blank eyes were wide, but you could never know where they were pointed for only when you deeply stared at the from only an inch of distance would you see the grey that would be a pupil. But it was all just a soft green orb of emptiness. A little sack of odd fluid with muscles, none of them ever working. Just there to remind others of his disability. Yet, the boy did not care for he would never be able to see himself. To never see his paws. To never see his mate if he ever had one. To never see his mother or sister. It haunted him but it did not bother him very much. Yet, as the small boy bounded softly through the range with ease. His nose was alert and his fuzzy ears pointed up, flicking with each noise. He heard the sound of pitter patter and instantly stopped. Glazed eyes would widen more before he listened a little more careful. Before he knew it the boy would walk some more. Slowly walking into a trap. Suddenly he would trip falling over a rock or something, huffing as he hit the ground. "Not again!" The young boy frowned before getting up and shaking off his body. ""

The boys back was arched, more sitting on his rump than his haunches. His eyes were closed to listen more deeply to the tweets, not that closing his eyes really made a differeance. But his studies were interrupted by a clacking and a tiny voice, "Not agian!" His ears swiveled, pointing straight behind him as the voice was on the other side of the barn. Slots of glowing orbs became noticeable as he stood to his paws. He moved his head in a circular motion, eyeing the shadow lines of the trees and giving a quick inhale of his surrounds. But he could only take in the bold smell of covari, nothing more. He turned to face the structure, front legs crossing and halting as he took a moment to study the shadows of the barn before going any further. He came to a path between two walls, sticking close to one side until he exited out the other side and noticed a dark figure shaking vigorously a little ways in front of him. He walked a little slower than an average wolf, definitely an average pup too. He didn't take mind to how much distance were between the two, he wasn't used to how perception classified how close he was to an object, but he would learn soon. He had no way of telling that the boy before him was blind just as he was. And the two would be deemed as cripples probably their whole lives. "Hello?" He would ask softly, paw raised hoping he wouldn't hit anything, "Are you alright?" Walk "Talk" Think