Snippet #1997296

Completely oblivious to anything going on around him, all of the dramas being played out between his enclosure-mates and the vampires, as well as that elf off in the enclosure somewhere to his left, Benjamin was dreaming.
Having been born blind, Benji never had visual dreams, but this one was filled with vibrant scents and the comforting smells of the forest. Of home. His father's scent hung around him, and the sensation of his mother's muzzle against his, guiding. His siblings' voices filled the air and the tribe was together, all on the hunt. He felt safe and excited and was ready. His paw twitched and he startled awake at the scraping sounds of claw on glass.
Sitting up and stretching, he readjusted his hood around his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair, more for the sensation than to make his appearance any better. He'd never seen a mirror, why bother trying to look good if he had no clue what he looked like? He certainly wasn't going to try to impress the females in his enclosure. One was obnoxiously pining over the vampire from the next cage over, and the other was just far too dominant and just loud and outgoing for his taste. He kept his head down around the two of them. Avoiding dominance tiffs. Avoiding what might have been the zoo keepers' logic by keeping a male with two females. Benjamin just wasn't interested in breeding, or for the most part, females. Simple as that.
He stretched, ears and senses flicking to where the scraping sounds had been. It as Sivian. Probably attacking the glass. He rolled his eyes, sliding back into wolf form and comfortably laying down, crossing his paws and resting his muzzle on them, looking in the direction of the vampire's enclosure. He wondered what they talked about over there. Probably more interesting than what they talked, or rather, didn't talk about, over here.