If Rain Is What You Want

He would smile and listen to her speak, happy to hear that she had agreed to be friends with him. She seemed rather nice to hang around with. Listening to the running water as well as her explaining about her pack life. So, it was like a small community of both friends and family coming together as one, fighting through tough times for one another and being strong. Though he was rather hesitant to be in a pack the thought had crossed his mind on more than one particular occasion. He would close his eyes, nodding as he took in the words of the woman and what she explained about her pack. The water that flowed freely around them reverberated in his eardrums, almost like a calming melody to behold.

"Perhaps a pack would be nice to live in again, that is if any would accept me due to the blindness that inhabits my eyes," he would chuckle and look to the water once again, "I was actually told a rather interesting story on how water came to be, but though I know it is only rain, the story had fascinated me when I was a young pup." He pondered on the story, and the thought of it only made him smile. How he wished he could have told it to his children, hoping that one of them was still alive and doing well despite the situation, praying he would find him again.