Opportunities to Learn

Veigar had been managing just fine on his own, even with his progressively worsening sight. The decline was slow enough that it was hard to notice the steady decline, but he knew it hadn't yet reached a plateau. Even up close now faces were beginning to grow blurry no matter how hard he tried to squint, and making out more than vague shapes from a distance was nearly impossible. He was adjusting, but avoiding being around too many wolves had been his safe haven. But it seemed today he couldn't avoid it. Recluse's call ran out through the night and he roused awake, trying to shake the sleep from his eyes as he headed to the clearing and tried to take note of who was here so far. Finally he turned to recline on his haunches and face Recluse, waiting for whatever she had to share with them.