08-26-2018, 11:49 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]He had accepted his terms. There was nothing that could be done to restore his sight. He had taken everything for granted, but he would not wallow in his despair. It was not something he would let render him useless, but it became a burden in a time such as this. Shiro was lost, scents unfamiliar to him as well as the terrain. The wolf was not completely blind, but all he could see were shapes and shadows amidst a white backdrop. He carefully placed a paw in front of another, using his nose and his ears to guide him. After hours, Shiro came to the conclusion he was going in circles. It was easier when he had his pack around to guide him, but circumstances had led him astray from their watchful gaze. Shiro did not need help, but some directions would have been nice. Exhausted, the male miraculously led himself to a shallow puddle of water. He lapped up some of the water before retreating to a mass of brush and vines not far away. Shiro wormed his way into the cave-like mass of branches, his hind paw becoming ensnared in a patch of weeds. The more he pulled and tugged did the weeds grow tighter around his paw. Too tired to do much about it, the canine laid down, deciding to deal with his predicament when he regained his energy.