The sound of approaching footprints alerted him to someone approaching, as did the few speckles of sand that managed to cross the distance and land upon the tips of his hairs. Though Tiresias had been by the lake once before, he was still unaccustomed to the dry, fine silt and sand that graced the shores, and the sound of skidding paws against it confused him. It sang gently - the sand dancing against sand - forced by Castiel’s sudden stop. But much like the open plains of Cold Summers, there was nothing for it to reverberate against and it lasted but a moment… that is until the racing steps began again and neared them. Tiresias could only hope that it was someone who was coming to help, and found himself falling over backwards as Eerie was pulled sharply away from him, out of the water and onto the safety of the shore. Tiresias said nothing but avoided touching the stranger, taking note of the movement of the air around the brute much as the sand had moved. He listened to the quiet breathing of the stranger and inhaled deeply himself - both to calm his nerves and to take in the varg’s scent… his scent.

But then his attention was quickly reset back to Eerie as she gurgled and gagged and coughed and choked. Water spewed from her mouth quickly followed by a threatening growl and menacing words. ‘Get away from me!’ The paw steps retreated and Tiresias moved forward, glad for extra space and nudged Eerie, but found that she was already recessed back into her unconscious state. Tiresias nudged her again, hoping for her to move, but aside from the nearly silent ‘pop!’ that signalled the fluttering of her lids, and the wheezing of air pushing its way throughout her airways, she was quiet and still.

‘Are you okay? What happened to you guys? I need to get something to stop her bleeding…’ Tiresias turned to face the stranger, his bright eyes revealing nothing of his blind gaze. Even in this dire situation, he would remember what Apollonia and… Shae… his other mother who had died… he would remember what they had taught him. That blind wolves were seen as weak, and often taken for granted, or worse - used as a meal. “Well there - ” Already he was cut off and Tiresias flinched at the sand that was sprayed back toward his eyes as the other teenager ran back toward the haven of the woods. ‘Will you help me gather moss?’ Tiresias blinked his eyes forceably, tears forming already due to the irritation of the sand as his body tried to flush eye the foreign body from his delicate corneas. The kalak was braced backward, away from he knew caused him pain. Part of him wanted to stay here - by Eerie’s side - to monitor her, but really what good would he do there? He knew nothing of healing or the way of the body… but wouldn’t he just hinder this healer’s attempts at saving her? Tiresias stumbled forward, sweeping his head back and forth and cautiously trotted back toward the shore, the shifting ground troubling his balance and caused him to stumble a few times. His auds flickered, seeking to pick up on the sounds that Castiel was throwing by stomping around in the underbrush, and stopped abruptly as he ran into the soft flank of the other brute. Tiresias backed up quickly as soon as his nares hit the delicate fold of flesh connecting his back leg and his abdomen and apologized quickly, flustered. “I do apologize, my mind is focused on Eerie.” He spoke no words of his blindness, not wanting his weakness to be known by this stranger. “And what… what is moss?”