‘ Roma, he’s a mutt. A wolf dog, a hybrid! They can’t be hero’s, only outcasts and they certainly can’t be real fathers.’ Talon said. In Roma’s mind and memories of her mother’s tales of Steele, Talon was acting just like him.  

 
‘ They may be different, but they care more than anyone. They saved lives, Rex, Balto, Nita and many more. Why don’t you care? Do you care about anyone except yourself?’ Roma asked.  

 
‘ I care about the pack and you. Roma, we’re both different. You being the odd one out in your family and me being blind.’ Talon answered. Roma looked at his eyes and his irises were as grey as his cloudy pupils.  

 
‘ Being different isn’t always a bad thing.’ Roma said as she remembered what her father told her when she was young.  

 
‘ Trust me, this isn’t one of those times, Roma.’ Talon replied as he remembered his last hunt when his sight became blurry and suddenly he fell down a small hill. When he woke up, he couldn’t see anything, but he knew that his eyes were open. He had only told Roma and she had helped him live life normally.