Vark saw that the pup moved, and he could vaguely make out that she was displaying the underside of her paw. Vark bent towards, and caught the sharp tangy smell of bug guts, and the little pup shook her paw slightly as if trying to rid herself of its remains. Vark groped forward gently, found her paw in his, and carefully scraped the bug off her foot. She trembled, though he wasn’t sure if it was fear or grief, and he lay down beside her, and looked up at her with his blind eyes. Now that he was closer, he could make out the vague colours of black and white, a sort of cow hide pattern on the small pup’s fur. Even through the shroud of blindness, he could make out her vivid bloody coloured eyes. He felt a strong feeling for the little pup, a feeling of attachment, like somehow they were alike. He spoke softly, as if whispering so no one else could here them. "Why did you kill it, Nayru?” he asked, using her name. He sought for something to follow it up with. He had not said it as an accusation, but a small pup could take his tone in the wrong way. "Was it an accident?” He sniffed for the bug and gently scraped its bits into one pile, waiting for the pups answer.
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