Tsopa walked through the forest to Hatook'a, using his senses more than sight. The young male had been born with fuzzy eyesight, and had learned long ago to not even bother with trying to focus. Doing so just gave him a headache, and it was much easier to use his other senses. Even if it did irk him that he couldn't see what he knew was a beatiful day by using what poor vision he did have. He could smell that it would probably rain soon, too.
Lost in thought, Tsopa didn't realize that he was now walking in mud. Forgetting to be careful, he slipped and fell into the cold lake. He quickly fought to the surface and clawed himself onto bank, scolding himself. "Drat it, Tsopa! Pay attention!
