Snippet #1903828

Zak listened to Ryla, one of the benefits of being blind his mother had told him was that all your other senses improved to make up for it.
Zak was blind he had been since birth, he was only able to see in his wolf form. He stood wobbling slightly on his feet, Ryla had stopped talking. He thought of a reply "Ooh, look, that cloud is in the shape of a wolf!" Ryla suddenly said then giggled. Zak smiled slightly "Hello" he began "I'm Zak, yes I would quite like you to take me to the Pack House, I collapsed because I have travelled quite a way to get here, yes I am very tired, I should be okay now you've found me and um, I can't see the cloud, I'm sorry but I'm blind, I'm sure it's very life like".
Zak hated telling people he was blind, once he said that they knew he was disabled and in peoples heads disabled people were stupid, to be taken care of, some even spoke to him in a slow or baby voice like he wasn't intelligent enough to think properly. "It's people" Zak had decided long ago "who are the idiots."