Azar
It was habit to keep steady contact with him even as they walked. Her nose would brush against his big shoulder or she would walk close enough that they bumped lightly together every few steps. It was hard not to, when he couldn't see where they were going, of course. It was also tricky trying to guide him somewhere that only he knew where to go, but she tried.
She'd try to nudge him away from the prickly bushes or nibble at his leg if he'd have to step over something soon so they could slow enough to investigate it. He'd been doing this on his own for however long already, so he already knew what he was doing, she supposed. It made her feel good to think she might be helping though, after he'd done so much for her already. So she kept trying, kept doing whatever she could to help in whatever little ways she could think of.
He took them deeper through the forest they'd already been living in, and on and on until it gradually changed into another forest. Big red trees stood so tall in this new forest, and it smelled wonderful and fresh, so wild. Pine needles and crumbly leaves cushioned the autumn earth and she couldn't wait to see what they felt like under her feet!
Are we here, is this it? She couldn't hide the tremor of excitement in her quiet, little voice, eager for their adventure together. Home, he'd said. They were going home!
She clung to his leg as they crossed the little river bordering the land. Once on the other side, she turned to him to watch and wait, see where he would take them next. But her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she saw his eyes start changing, the milky blindness clearing from them and shifting into a deep shade like the color of the heart of a forest, the quiet darkness of a cave. And she couldn't do anything but stare in shock and wait for him to break the spell.