The stranger suddenly had a change of heart, deciding, for whatever reason, to play nice. Her tone changed and the mocking edge that suggested a perpetual smirk was replaced with something a bit less insulting. How odd. Perhaps it was a trap. What was the stranger hoping for? To lull her into a relaxed and oblivious state in the hopes of striking once her guard was down? Perhaps.
"So, are you really blind?" Sabine wanted to sigh and throw her paws up in exasperation. Oh, how she hated that question, how wolves tended to fixate on her one little issue. What did it matter if she was? ”No, I'm only pretending,” she said tartly.
Another spark of annoyance shot through her as she heard the stranger sit. What, now that she knew Sabine was blind she no longer considered her a threat? "What are you doing?" She was going to have to be more specific. What was she doing here? What was she doing with her paws? With her ears? With her eyes? Her tone sarcastic, she said, ”Talking to you. What does it look like I'm doing?”
