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The pair had been together for a while now, and he could feel her dependence on him strengthening daily. Thankfully, the only thing he was dependent on from her was her eyesight, and she provided that gloriously, much to his happiness. He thanked her daily, and reminded her every few nights that if it weren't for her, he would have been even further crippled.

One night, the blind wolf turned to her, wondering where to really begin this game of his. He was much younger than her, and wondered if he should play the mother game, or if he should simply wait and play the love game.

After much thought, he let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding. "I miss my mother dearly, my father too." he spoke mournfully, hoping to strike a chord within her, to have her react in a manner that he would find favorable. She had passed her first test when she took him to the water instead of leaving him to 'die'. Now it was time to pass the next test.

Damn. It's too bad she hadn't had a brother, or even a son, whose place he could attempt to fill. Ohwell, sister was enough - at least she missed someone in her pathetic little life. "My mother was the only one ever kind to me my whole life... " he balked, wondering if he could manage a few tears. He had discovered that there was space between flesh and coin that tears could filter from, just in case.

"She was killed so brutally." he sniffled, pausing, "They forced me to watch!" he wailed, trustingly burying his face in her neck, not bearing to look at her anymore. From within her fur, he continued. "After she had stopped screaming, they took me and beat me, burned me." He held up his paw a bit for her to see. "They ripped one of my toes off. And when they were satisfied of those things, they stabbed hot metal into my eyes, destroying them. After that, they burned these things onto my face, in place of my eyes."

He sighed and backed away from her, a fake frightened look upon his face. "Maybe it's best they killed her first... who could ever love or care for a face like this... a body like this." he moaned and slid to the ground, defeated.

He revelled in the warmth she brought him for a moment, before returning to his senses. "I'm sorry about your sister." was all he bothered to say, spoken flatly, without emotion. She had passed his second test for now, but the truth would come out in time, if she really meant what she said. He could hardly wait.

His leg had healed well so far, and he was slightly pleased that he hadn't caused himself too much damage. "We should run away." he muttered, planting the idea in her head. There was nothing for either of them here, though, he felt that there was nothing for either of them anywhere. But that was the point. Why stay?

The wolf shrugged, a wistful look on his face. "I don't know, anywhere." he stated, hopping to his feet to show her his leg was much better for walking now. It still hurt, and he loved the searing pain, but he wouldn't let her know that, lest she be tripping over him to keep him still and comfortable.

"We can go anywhere we want, we're free wolves." he smirked, trampling the ground with his scarred paws. He wouldn't be terribly big when fully grown, and the way he hunted and ate, he would remain very slight of body. He found it funny that he preached of freedom so often, when this wolf, Sophia, was his slave. She just didn't realize it yet, was all.

He set off in a direction, feeling it to be South, though he couldn't be completely sure. He was going off the birdsong and the droning of insects around him, and the warmth of the sun hitting his side. If he pinned the time of day correctly by the sounds around him, and the direction correctly by the warmth on his body, he would be going the way he hoped to be going.

Southward bound.

The wolf smirked as the female followed behind him. Yes, take the bait, lovely one. If he hadn't had fur covering his face, the male would have blushed, looking back over his shoulder at the female - or at least, turning his head back towards her. It was a pain in his a** not being able to see, though he was getting to the point where he couldn't remember what seeing was like anymore. It had been that long? He wondered to himself as he walked, again, occasionally bumping into a tree or bush.

"As are you." he answered her, keeping up the illusion that he was well adjusted and cared for her past what she could do to help him. "I think we should find water, and follow it until it runs out." he pondered aloud, not really caring for her opinion, but caring to fill the silence either way.

From her earlier touch, he had determined that she was bigger than him, and had made the decision to hold off on the physical abuse until he had grown a bit more. Right now, she could still fight back, and there was no point in him fighting with an opponent who was capable of taking care of themselves.