fear is the little death that brings total obliteration

It had been a long time since Veigar had gone far from Insomnia's lands, but with the raven he'd accidentally befriended - if that was even the word for it - he found his capabilities growing further and further. The bird had been drawn to him and seemed to never be far off. If Veigar called he would come, and he'd help orient him, at least to help him find his way back home if he needed assistance.

Getting lost wasn't impossible for the blind man, though it was growing less a possibility each day. And moving at night, strangely enough, seemed to help him navigate. The world was quieter, void of many of the distractions that persisted through the daytime hours. Not that he suspected these sand dunes were ever really bustling with life - they seemed as desolate as anywhere he'd ever been, all sand and rolling hills. He wasn't sure how far the land stretched on, but it seemed endless, at least as far he could tell.

At least out here coming across a stranger seemed unlikely... though it wasn't surprising that Veigar's luck was shit. His raven circled overhead, nearly invisible in the dark night sky, though when he spotted Ronan he let loose a chilling call that signified Veigar of the presence of someone. The bird's calls weren't particularly unique, but he'd learned to distinguish a few sounds that spelled out things that could be useful to him. One spoke of danger. One indicated a stranger. He seemed to be always watching him, protecting him, and Veigar was thankful.

Raising his head, he located the source of the scent and followed it. Why was someone out here, anyway, he wondered? It was unlikely a stranger was here for the same reason as he was, but he was curious nonetheless. With his growing confidence, he found himself more intrigued by the wolves who crossed his path. He'd never been the social type, but he was done hiding away in the shadows to wither away. "What are you doing out here?" He called out once he was hopefully within earshot to the male, his voice mostly conversational, though his tone was always a little strange - a little on edge and a little uncertain.