Bear-ly Legal!

What good was a blind man in fending off a bear, really? About as good as any of the pups who had volunteered to help Medusa with this task, probably. That was about the only reason his confidence wasn't at a complete low in regards to his abilities. His chance of getting hurt in the process was likely quite high but he was done hiding in the shadows. He'd done that for far too long. The raven that had sudden taken a liking to him lately was increasing his ability to get around, too, alerting him quietly of dangers ahead - slowly he was picking up the bird's cues to him.

His low caw echoed through the trees, alerting Veigar to danger he already knew of. Medusa had alerted them to what was going on and Veigar was quick to join the group, intent on proving his capabilities. He stalked toward the few that had gathered, his movements slow and calculated. When he fought, he did so with reckless abandon - but general movements were much more meticulous, always overcalculated due to his disability. Though he was anxious about his role here, he knew he'd impressed Medusa once before and hoped he could do it again. He cleared his throat as he arrived, coming to a halt a fair distance from the others. "Give me specific instruction and I'll help," he told Medusa, following her scent and tilting his head in her direction, sightless eyes pointed her direction.