Dash had left Moonspear with Charon and had every intention of following out the orders given to him by Charon and Amekaze to find Lazarus and kill him. The two males decided to branch off, figuring they might find him faster, depending on where he went. However, he was no tracker, and so it took more concentration, and a little more time, to stay on his track. The blood that trailed from the bottom of the cliff had helped him track, though, and it had brought him to the spot where it seemed Lazarus had spent some time before moving on. 

He lowered his head to sniff around the area, looking for clues, though he really wasn't sure what he was looking for. He had never gone out in search of someone else, but Dash supposed it wasn't any different from tracking prey, which essentially was what Lazarus was. The trail was a days old, but the other male's stench was strong enough that Dash felt he could continue to track it. He lifted his head to howl for Charon, hoping he wasn't too far away. He assumed they would continue following the trail together, knowing two against one would be a better outcome for the Moonspearians. Dash assumed Lazarus would be pretty badly injured after that fall from the cliff, but he wasn't willing to underestimate the once-packmate-turned-enemy.  

Charon arrived quickly, leaving Dash to believe he hadn't been very far. The other male was about to ask a question when a rustling could be heard close by. Dash's hackles raised, first thinking it could be Lazarus. Instead it was a female. She looked like she had been through the ringer, with scars littered over her face, and he couldn't quite tell, but possibly one on her shoulder. He didn't stare, especially after he realized that Charon and she knew each other. 

He smoothed his hackles as they spoke, his gaze going back to the spot where Lazarus obviously slept. He looked to Charon when he made the comment, nodding in agreement. His attention went back to the female before them, wondering how Charon knew her, but he didn't voice his question, instead he chose to remain quiet.

Dash was so intent on their reason for being here that he had forgotten the most basic of social rules. He didn't even think of introducing himself, and had even mostly written of the female once he realized she knew Charon and wasn't a threat. But, when Charon spoke up, Dash's looked up to Potema, as she was introduced to her. He gave her a friendly smile, finally remember his manners. Nice to meet you, he said. 

He sat back on his haunches while Charon explained why they were here. The black wolf wondered if the female might have come across the wolf they were looking for. 

The female offered to gather reinforcements for finding Lazarus, and Dash's tail wagged. The more wolves they had looking for him, the harder it would be for him to hide. He nodded, Yeah, we appreciate your help, he said, his first words to the female, other than "nice to meet you". He wondered how well she and Charon knew each other, but glad that it seemed enough for her to offer her help.

There's quite a bit of blood over in those thorns. I can't imagine he isn't leaving a trail a mile wide, he commented. Unless rains washed them away, or they waited to long, Dash didn't think it should be extremely difficult to follow the trail. He left out the rest of the story, as well, figuring if Charon wanted her to know, he would tell her.