Inferno sighed as she looked around the house, one she had only been in once. This was Axel's old house, but with him gone, they could use it. She had been there once, after one of her first fights when she almost froze to death by an Ice Kitsune. Axel had taken her here for three nights to heal her back up, but then it was back to fighting.

"Can I shift back now?" She asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "The house is empty, Axel didn't have any girlfriend, wife, kids, or any family in general. I don't think anyone visits him, or that he knows anyone. No one will see us, and this human form is starting to annoy me."

"Yea, sorry to annoy you. I'll shift back too!" Timber's Human form stunned everyone, because he looked like a model. He stood "6 '2, and had handsome Ocean-Blue eyes. His hair was blonde, almost as if someone had painted it yellow. His physique, or body type, was muscley, he wasn't fit for a job as a body builder, but he was certainly fit. He had very long arms, and his hands were large; 7 inches from the tip of his thumb, to the tip of his pinky. His face, a very handsome face, was almost always in a smile, or a smirk. "What'cha staring at?" Timber says, still not able to actually see. Timber had origanaly shifted into his Hound form without a shirt, so whenever he shifts back, he has no shirt. He hooks his finger around his jeans' loop.

Inferno's eyes widened slightly at Timber's new form, and a dust of pink settled over her cheeks, but she ignored it, walking up to him and grabbing his arm, pulling him over to a couch, and sitting him down. "Didn't take you for a flirt, Timber." She remarked, sitting down next to him and cupping his face, turning it so that she could see his eyes clearly.

Narrowing her own, she tilted his face this way and that, trying to find out the root of Timber's problem of not being able to see, but she couldn't find anything.

"There are no shards of ice or scratches in or on your eyes, and no sign that there ever was." She remarked, releasing his face,

"Well, that's strange. If there isn't anything preventing me from seeing, why can't I see?" Timber marvels. "Also, yes, I'm a very big flirt. I thought you'd like this view." Timber laughs, he hadn't expected Inferno to be speachless at the sight of him. "I turn into my human form, just to make girls, and sometimes boys, drool over me. I never thought though that you, of all people, would be stunned at my marvelous body physique." Timber laughs some more, genuinely suprised. "Anyway, it might just be something blocking my vision?"

Timber's human personality was very different than his Hound personality. His Hound personality was mean, or mean spirited, but his Human personality was nice, happy, and a flirt, as Inferno had learnt. He was, by human standards, 'hot'. "Inferno?" Timber waved his hand around in front of her face, accidently hitting her. "Sorry. But, y'know, what about my eyes. Why do you think I can't see?"

Inferno looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Shut up." She muttered, but humor laced her voice. She looked into his eyes again, which looked pretty clear, not clouded over or glazed over. She ducked when he waved his hand, but it still hit her lightly.

"It's fine. I'm not entirely sure, to be honest." She said, puzzled. "You're definitely not completely, permanently blind, since your eyes aren't glazed over or clouded and white, like eyes that someone who was blind would have."

"You're probably right, that something's blocking your vision." Inferno agreed with him. "We should sleep on it since it's getting pretty late. Then we can figure out what to do in the morning."

"Well, maybe it's a lesson! A lesson on how to use the rest of my senses? But, yeah, let's get some sleep." Timber smiles slightly, and curls into a ball, like a dog, to go to sleep.

In the morning, Inferno was already up, making breakfast. "I-Inferno. I-can see you. But, not really? I can see where you should be. It's like a vision. I-I can focus on something, and see it! It's a miracle!" Timber shifts back into his Hound form, and starts to run around in circles, then stops, tucks his tail, and sits down. "Sorry, I know you don't like it when I get ramped up like that." Timber says softly. He walks out of the house, tail tucked.

Errr, sorry, can I skip this? Or can we pretend that nothing like this happened?

Sure. Sorry. Thoughts are colliding.

It's uh, it's fine. Not your fault, I get you.

I fixed it. Im sorry