Workin on my shiz

There was a look of curiosity on Kalliope's face. He couldn't imagine living without sight, and though one of his sisters was blind, it hadn't been discussed much. It was a hard world -- and in their family, there had been no real focus or discussion on her blindness. She had been forced to deal with her condition with no complaint, and she had grown far tougher than anyone had ever expected. It was only a weakness if one made it so. And it seemed as though his new companion was just as fierce, likely a product of being faced with difficulties from birth. Only the bravest could survive such challenges, especially when they were on their own.

Her question came after a moment, though she seemed a bit hesitant to ask at all. Sabine had always been fairly tactile and so it wasn't at all surprising that a blind wolf might rely on touch to gather information about their surroundings.  "Certainly," he answered with a pleasant laugh, letting his tail wag behind him. She did remind him of his sister, which brightened his spirits considerably.  "It doesn't bother me one bit. One of my sisters is blind. You remind me of her, actually," he answered, a fair bit of happiness in his tones at the mention of her. Slowly he would approach a bit closer, bowing his large head to the ground to allow her to touch them however she wished. "Be careful, they can be sharp."