Why me? Why had I been chosen by the gods to lose my vision at an early age? I was still so young, only 5, and I was nearly half blind. My eyes were fogged, and black around the edges, blurred and hard to see out of in most lighting. I was reduced to scavaging and I was beginning to lose weight, although not much it was some. Today I had woken up worse than I had been, vision blurry and the black ring was growing thicker. The world I was seeing now was not the bright vivid world I was born into. It couldn't be, could it? I refused to believe this was happening.

My paws carried me in a slow, cautious mope through the crags, finding my footwork on each steady rock before advancing. I had to be careful, for if I slipped and fell it could be very bad for my predicament. I already couldn't do hardly anything for myself and I need no further injuries. Continuing on my way, slowly but surely, I found myself on a large stone platform that sloped towards a waterfall, and a few blurred smudges on a large cliff in the falls. Were they wolves? I thought so, so I made my way towards them, as a howl met my ears. I guess they were.

Reach in the circle they had formed, I took a seat a few meters away, a safe enough distance to get away if I needed too even with my disability. My pale grey and white fur shifted in the wind and my pale grey, fogged eyes scanned over what I could see of the wolves. Two females, one male. Interesting. I would wait until I was noticed, then I would speak.

because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean always kisses the shore; no matter how many times it is sent away...
((Grace))(( 5))((Female))(( Alone ))