Snippet #2001391

Benjamin sighed. He could understand people seeing for him. That was actually helpful. He was about to scoot himself over to the supposed shade when he winced at the sudden scent in the air, froze. He phased, just as he had sensed Maya doing, without thinking, backing up against the tree that he'd been instructed to, head down, tail between his legs, everything about his behavior reading in perfect Omega body language 'don't hurt me, don't hurt me, I'm more submissive than you, see?' It was purely the instinct of a wolf who'd grown up as the least dominant in his pack. This man's scent, his voice, it meant pain and confusion and tests. Words like 'blanket blindness', 'Oculocutaneous', and 'OCA1A' tossed around while they tested his senses and the sensitivity of his skin over and over again. Talked about how such severe albinism was almost unheard of in wolves, completely unheard of for a severe albinistic wolf to make it past a few weeks, especially blind ones and he kind of wanted to just snap at them about how he wasn't a wolf, he was a werewolf, but he kept his head down and only tried to escape when it was an option.