Black widow, baby

And then the darkness came. Slowly at first, but then all at once. It overtook his vision and he froze for the briefest moments -- he couldn't see. What would he do? It was an utterly insticntual reaction, and it took a moment for Ren to calm that fight or flight response down, to realize that he didn't need to see. He could use his ears, his nose, the brush of his fur on the stone. He was not helpless, though in a way he was. It was interesting, he thought, how wolves such as this woman are constantly in darkness, and yet still manage quite fine. The darkness that just enveloped him would be no different from anything she has ever experienced.

Her sultry voice, low and quiet, stirred a heat within him, and her words made him chuckle. "Yes, from what I feel," he murmured. He wasn't going to mention sight to her, nope. When she spoke again, he did try to catch up, his steps quickening as he sought to get at least a bit closer and catch her. "Yes, I can hear that. It is amplified, too," he answered, just as quietly. It was truly unique, and something he'd not experienced before.