Don't mistake age for weakness

Well this wasn't good was it? His vision was going and here he had decided to track some dumb birds into this forest. The way the fog wrapped in and out of these trees made everything even more blurry than his cataracts did. Not that his catarcts were terrible yet. This was nothing compared to Storm's everyday sightlessness if you asked him. Of course that didn't mean he didn't wish his eyes weren't failing him. He still hadn't told storm of his ongoing vision loss but eventually she would notice he was sure.

He had bumped enough trees here though that had she been with him she would of thought him blind or drunk off fermented fruits from their home. Not that he often ate enough fruits for that to be a problem. He currently was sitting as far from as many trees as he could, with his focus on trying to figure out exactly what was what and where the orchard was in relation to himself. The muck of the forest clung to his paws and belly that he allowed to touch the stuff. This place was definitely off his vacation and retirement plans.