Wash It All Away

He shook his head, not wanting to really think about that but he knew it was possible. He had taken her sight, and in doing so had taken her independence and self-sufficiency. It was only right that he tried to give it back to her, right? While he couldn't undo her blindness, he could at least teach her how to do other things on her own. Tracking, hunting, doing most things anyone with sight could do. Hell, if Dragon could do it so could she, right? He wanted to speak with Dragon about it if only to get more information on how he learned how to do it. But then again, he had seen the hurdles that his former alpha had overcome and all the help he had whereas Acapella only really had him. He continued to think about it as he limped back to their temporary winter home. The hot springs were warm, providing some relief and safety from the unusually cold winter season this year. He didn't leave her completely alone. Avalon was nearby, the old woman also taking refuge in the hot springs since the winter seemed to affect her old bones a lot more this year.

As he drew closer, he could smell the others in the area and he moved as fast as his injured shoulder would allow. He kept as much weight as he could off of it to avoid further injury and strain. And while he had failed to bring back a deer, the stranger he met had been kind enough to catch him a couple of fat ptarmigans so he wouldn't go home empty handed, especially after he had told them why he had been out there to begin with. With a mouthful of feathers, he approached the den he had dug out for them and stopped. He put them down before calling out for Acapella. He was so exhausted that he wasn't even sure if he could tell if she was inside, or nearby. "Acapella? I'm back."