If Rain Is What You Want

So Faite was in a pack? It was good for a wolf to be of a large family and community, able to tell stories and to even have friends who would be there for you for life, and possibly even some enemies down the road, but, at least for a pack you count on them to help you when the going gets rough. His one good eye shifted around him when he was asked a question about his blindness. Roviathin knew this question would be asked at some point during the conversation, so he did not mind answering her question since they had only just met and it was only polite. Though, she did seem like the curious one, and it fascinated him nonetheless.

"Well, I can kind of see out of my right eye, but, everything is a blur even though I can make out colors despite the blurriness." He would smile and would happen to sniff the water as his stomach gave a small growl as he looked to her and then back to the water, dipping his mouth into the frigid water, however he kept his nose above it so he could breath. That was when he could feel slippery scales against his canines as he chomped down onto the fish, piercing its body and breaking the spine thus killing it instantly and placed it down in front of him. He turned to what he thought was the position that Faite was located and pushed the fish over to her, believing that it was polite that a woman eat first for it was what he had always done for his mate before her death. "Here, you can have it if you would like. I can always catch another."