Moonspear From time to time

The new Moonspearian seemed to take Dash's joke easily, grinning back at Dash. The Eta knew he was being sarcastic, but took it as a compliment. Six months ago, Dash would have struggled something awful with this conversation, but now he found it coming easy to him. He was no longer worried he would say something wrong, and instead usually just said what was on his mind. He was still always respectful, however. 

Satch inquired as to the size of their pack, and Dash thought out loud about it. Well, there's Charon and Amekaze, the Alphas, and Floki the Beta, then there's Harley and Heldi, and the slave, who I call Omega. The Alphas have their own name for her, but I don't like calling her there. There's, I think, three others who I haven't met, but I've smelled them around. He didn't intentionally leave out Lazarus, but Dash didn't like to think of the male that he felt so uneasy about. 

He went quiet as he studied the agouti wolf, who had suddenly looked down and went quiet. Dash's ears perked, interested but he didn't want to intrude. Satch finally looked up, apologizing for being lost in his own thought. The dark wolf smiled. No worries, I get like that sometimes. Maybe not so much these days, but Dash did know what it felt like to do that.