The Issues of Leadership

He had spent several more long moments in deep thought, but still with no satisfactory outcome. So, with a sigh, he rose, stretched and yawned, shaking away his thoughts for the time being. It never hurt to make another sweep, and he could always drag more stones to the wall.

He was surprised to see a multicolored flash of rainbow hues up ahead as he made his way back to the wall—a pup trying to climb the wall. A deep frown puckered his brow as he watched, pausing for a moment. From the way she moved, he guessed this was Argus. He knew, had known from the first time he’d seen her at the meeting, that she was blind.

His head lifted as he scanned the countryside beyond the wall. No outside threats this time, but if there had been, she would make an easy, fast grab kind of snack for a large predator. A slow shake of his head preceded his quiet approach. He wouldn’t be surprised if she felt him coming through the light vibrations in the ground, or the shiff of his paws in the grass—she may have been visually handicapped, but that only made her sense of hearing, touch, and smell twice as sensitive as those senses made up for the lack of vision.

“And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The deep rumble was stern, even if it was a gentle tone. He waited, giving her a chance to explain herself.