Heimdallr moved from the den, his Momma was distracted by another wolfess, he couldn't tell who she was though he was pretty sure that his Momma had called her Moth. They would be dealing in healing and though he figured it would be a good thing to know he wanted to try his hand at exploring Tavoria the way he used to before.... before Sven had been taken. His only eye left open was clouded white thanks to the original blindness in his left eye. The other, on the right, was closed tight and a scar far to large for a pup who wasn't even a year old yet ran right through the middle. Momma had said that he might be able to see out of it, but he couldn't even open the eye let alone believe that he could ever see again. So he had resigned himself to personal protector of his Momma, even though he couldn't do such things.

He was far to useless in this world, there was almost no way for him to run unless he knew he was in one of the forest fields, which was hard to find because every time he tried to find them he would always walk into trees. Who had thought it was a good idea to live in a place full of trees!? he remembers when he was first able to leave the den with Sven, they had walked all over this place, he was glad he'd gotten to atleast see the beauty of his home, the sparkle in his mothers pumpkin spice eyes, the deepness of his fathers black coat. To be able to see what his brothers all looked like. He doesn't know what it would have been like to grow up not having seen those things in the first place. He swore up and down that the female who took Sven was white, but now even he was second guessing himself. But every night a white ghost of a wolf would seep into his dreams and come for him next. He would fight and fight, but to no avail.

Heim moves clumsily through the forest, tripping over roots and rocks alike, falling into holes left behind by rocks that had been ripped free by one force or another. There are many grunts, groans and bruised flesh as he moves from the den away and into the woods. He does not move with the grace of the black wolfess who is a few years older than he, she is probably lucky... in a way, that he can not see her paw, not that he would make fun of her or anything like that, but he can not see. True and well can not see a thing. His world is black and after a few moments of this random walking he gives a growl of protest. Why couldn't he just find his paws? why couldn't he just be like everyone else? finally a sound breaks through the landscape, he's stumbled his way towards the boarder without realising it just yet and the howl seems to be of a certain amount of deepness. His ears twitch and he seats himself for a moment to listen to the rich tones and the boldness behind them.

He puts all his focus on the sound, ears tipping this way and that to catch the sound as it bounces from tree to tree, she's not far from him and soon he is off again. His puppy paws are large and ungainly, his body is a purest of whites with soft brown accents from his paws to his elbows and knees, a large patch of softer brown upon his back and neck, his ears are tipped in browns like his legs and his nose is masked in a similar color. If he could open his eyes you would see that they start off a yellow color and move to a light lavender around the edges. But he is predominately white. And that scar, though not fully healed doesn't look like it probably had when he'd first gotten it. His whole front half had been covered in blood. Poor Momma had nearly toppled over in fright upon seeing him stumble towards her.

But in his sightless running he had miscalculated his direction, he'd gone stright for her alright, but he'd ran himself smack dab into a tree of thick and rough bark. His face is the first to hit, the scarred eye seeps a bit of puss, his chest hurts as the tree meets him full tilt. His nose twitches and tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. "Noooooo," he moans as he rocks back on his hind legs and seats himself promptly on his back side and begins to rub his paw along the outside of his face trying not to get any of his claws in his eyes "not aagain! why are there so many tree's here?" he says and as he's crying and rubbing his face with his fore paws his nose twitches and catches the scent of the new female. "Who's there? Your tresspassing on Tavoria lands, was that you who called? why are you here?" he curls himself up now, his body folding almost in half as he tries to hid his face from her, he does not know that she would understand his disabilities perhaps better than others would, he just doesn't want to appeare weak around others.

"talks like this"

Heimdallr | Blind in left eye | 31 inches/108lbs | vidar x everchime| of Tavoria | no love | no soul | zero