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Perhaps the female had a bit of seer blood in her; or perhaps she was an unwoken seer, as Castaway had been before she had been so violently changed. Or perhaps it was simply a genetic defect, or perhaps she had been permanently scarred with the loss of her vision. "I'm sorry," she said, awkwardly, but inwardly thought the entire thing rather ironic. The blind wolf and the seer; one with sight taken away, and one with sight forcibly shoved down her throat. And one with lack of feeling ... and one who was in pain.

She rolled her shoulders back into a shrug; then stops, halfway there. It wouldn't mean anything. "A lot of things seem impossible. I've seen things ... " she broke off, and shook her head. "The world's a very odd place. Perhaps one day you will see again."

Her ears flatten at the question. "Snow," she said, at length. "I remember snow. But else ... I don't know ... "

Castaway: <"I remember bits and pieces,"> Castaway murmurs softly. <"A mother ... it must have been when I was very young. I remember nothing of my father ... only flashes of faces that I can't put names to. I remmeber looking over the ocean ... and I know what mountains are, so I'm sure I've been there sometime, or had someone describe them to me."> Frustrated, the wolf huffs out, ears flattening against her white ruff. <"I don't even know if they're still alive, or where they would be if they were. Do you have any family anywhere?"> After the other's ordeal, it seemed that perhaps the blind wolf, too, was lost.

Venda: She gave a soft nod wondering what had happened to cloud the other's memory so much. She could remember her family from when she was very small, her papa had gone away one day and never come back. Her mother had taken care of her and her sister for many moons and then she had left too. She could still remember her mothers beautiful green eyes, eyes she had once possessed as well.

"My father and mother left when I was young, my sister and I were separated I'm not certain if any of them are still alive. I hope they are though, I hope...I still have someone in the world." She murmured softly her mouth drawing down into a mild frown before she sighed and shook her head.

Castaway: Touched by the female's story - and grateful for the company she'd given so far, company Castaway had craved - the ghost-wolf felt she needed to reassure the blind. "Perhaps you'll come across them again ... you never know. You should give their names to every traveler you meet - perhaps one has met them, or perhaps one will meet them, in which case your family will know you are alive, and looking for them.">

Venda: Venda gave a soft nod and managed a weak smile, she was surprised and pleased by Castaway's kind suggestion. Most wolves would have thought that finding her family was a lost cause. Castaway gave her some form of hope, and boy did she need hope right now.
"If you ever see a wolf named Adina who looks like me...but with blue eyes...maybe a bit more green fur...please let her know I'm looking for her. I don't know my parents names, I just called them mama and papa. Papa was black though, his eyes were like chips of ice and he had a very deep voice. Mama was green like the trees in the thicket part of the forest, her eyes were bright, so bright and kind...and she had black patches all over." She gave a small contented sigh glad to have at least shared her family with someone else. Even if she never did find them again someone would know they existed, that they were hers.

"Thank you Castaway...you've been more then kind, I hope you find where you belong. Everyone belongs somewhere..." She tried to offer, which was just hopeful talk again, some wolves never found their place.

Castaway: "Adina ... " The white wolf repeated in a mutter, trying to memorize the name. Of course - she'd have to go close enough to the other wolf to ask the name, which would be difficult, but maybe it could be done ... on the very rare chance it would ever happen. Still, if she didn't have hope for Venda, she didn't have any hope for herself.

"I'll remember the name - and the descriptions," she responded softly, tail wagging a little. "And if I see them, I'll tell them Venda was looking for them. Where will you go, now?"

Her ears flattened, just a little, at the final statement. Somewhere where she belonged ... damnit, she didn't think that was ever going to be possible. "Hopefully," She replied nevertheless, to keep Venda's spirits up as much as her own. "We'll see. Wolves aren't meant to be loners; we're happiest in a pack. That much I do know."

Venda: "I think I'll go wherever I can manage to find a way towards...not near the sea again. I'll probably follow the herds for a time, try and get some...skill back." What kind of hunting skill could a blind wolf possess alone? Still it was a comforting thought that she could at least try. The truth was she was just going to have to learn to adjust to her new life.

"I hope you find a pack for yourself someday then, or create one, a family all your own." She smiled softly her tail giving a happy waver, what had started as an uncertain chance meeting had come to give her hope. Wolves like Castaway were in the world, they were kind and she hoped there were more. "Take care..." She finally added, though she had a feeling that it would be easier for the breezy smelling female then for herself. She rose steadily but when she turned to move her steps became slow again, uncertain of her path.

Castaway: The simple statement made a frown tug on Castaway's muzzle, and her ears splayed apart and downwards again, her breath coming out in a short chuff. Trying to be as tactful as possible, she asked: "Do you - er - eat well?" She really wanted to ask 'how do you eat?' and 'how do you hunt?'

As the female starts to move off, she blinks, then lets her tail wag in return, bobbing her head. A part of her screamed to follow - here was one wolf that wouldn't judge what she was based on appearance alone. She knew it was stupid. As soon as they came across another wolf, the game would be up, of course. It was best to just let her go. "You too - may your hunting be profitable and your stomach always full," She called softly after her, watching Venda move off shakily.