Sweeping Winds

Number was happy here, it was probably the best place he had been "shipped" to. He knew Liar wasn't going to stick around for long, not like Number wasn't used to switching masters. Oh well, as long as he was taken care of the life style that Number lived was one he enjoyed fully. The slave had been born and raised to be at the bidding of others, so in his mind. There was nothing wrong with it. What caught in his nose though was the scent of a fellow slave. He recalled Liar telling him about him, Squirrel. He might as well converse with the boy. His ears twitched a bit, he hadn't heard Squirrel speak before when he thought about it. Settling down to his stomach, his face looked almost confused. "What are you doing here Squirrel?" The man asked a bit quietly. Hopefully this wouldn't be too hard. Just the scent in front of him, and the blackness that was now his vision since he lost it a year ago.