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Eligos lifted his head as he hear the sound of pawsteps approaching, ears pricking as he turned his face towards his brother. The dogs had assured him there was no outward sign of his blindness - no scars, o cloudy film, he just couldn't see - and he did his best to move as though sughted but he knew that until Pyrrhic had spoken Eligos had only an approximation of where to focus his attention. Knowing thar, he sighed gustily, clamping down on the fear and rage that still filled him. "Pyrrhic I... could use your advice. And your help." He told Pyrrhoc succinctly about the swamp, the hut, and his encounter with the witch, not botherong to gloss over his own foolishness because he would not lie to Pyrrhic, then finished with, "She cursed me. Took away my sight. I will find a witch of my own break the curse, but until then I would prefer to keep the knowledge to as few as possible. There are packs that would seek to take advantage of our vulnerability, and I worry that it may cause Aerie to be overly concerned. I don't know what I should do." The last sentence was alarmingly close to whingeing, so he took sharp hold of his emotions and shoved them down. Calmer, he added - "I could use whatever advice you might have for me."