The woman gave her thanks for the news, seemingly finding comfort in knowing such a simple thing. But maybe it wasn't so simple for someone who was blind. A moment that he found himself walking in her paws for a moment, trying to understand what it was like from her point of view. You're very welcome. The caregiver went back into the den, making himself comfortable on the other side as he curled into a ball. Blue eyes looked to her, registering her name coming from a soft voice.

It's a pleasure, Such a pretty name. I am Cyrus. Cyrus of Elysium. A pack not far from here. There was a sadness that crept back into his soul at mentioning them, instantly regretting doing so. But he did his best not to let it show in his own voice and demeanor. Where are you heading to after this? Are you new in these lands? A friendly conversation to get his mind off of things. Hopefully it would work.