The larger of the two Dingos could smell the water and started out on to a large outcrop which ended in a drop of ten feet or more to the water. The smaller dog blocked him and turned him back off the ledge, down to a spot where both could drink quite comfortably. I could not make out what was going on.
I hade a twelve power Pecar ‘scope on the .243 that I always had with me and which was resting against my pack, so I very carefully removed the covers from the rifle and extremely slowly brought it to bear on the two Dingos. As they both turned away from the water I could see the larger dog’s eyes. They were milky-white. He was blind.
I watched as the smaller dog guided his mate back up the bank and off through the scrub until the sun diffused their images as it flashed into the ‘scope. I have never seen anything to match that before or since.