[His walk was a little cautious on the uneven, unfamiliar, ground. He tested the surface with the cane at each step. He looked like any other blind man, a mix of vulnerable and bold.
He knew there was another close, if not watching him. He could hear her heart beat, detect her scent. It was a new scent to him, someone he hadn't met before then. Not surprising. There were many he hadn't met yet. Deucalion wasn't shy and he the fact she hadn't spoken didn't put him off.]