Quote: Sierra was by the Darkpack border.
She sat down, tears streaming from her eyes.
Suddenly a voice reached her ears.
"Hey.... you alright?"
Sierra gasped, and scented the air. She caught a strong wiff of Darkpack. Her hackles rose and her lip trembled.
"Whoa, whoa... I'm not here to hurt you.. And as you can see, I'm staying on our territory." It was a male voice, that was smooth and quite comforting. He doesn't know I'm blind. She thought.
"Are you alright?" the male asked again.
"Y-yes. I'm fine." Sierra replied.
"But, you're crying.."
"It's nothing." Sierra snapped.
"....... Okay..... um, my name is Timber. You are..?"
Sierra thought for a moment. Finally she figured it would do no harm to tell him. "Sierra."
"Nice name." Timber said, and Sierra heard the scuffling a wolf makes when sitting in dry leaves. "So.. are you alright?"
"Yes.... thanks for being concerned." She thanked him. She took a deep, relaxed sigh; she hated it, but she found Timber's presence and voice strangely calming.