Great Bear Wilderness Talk dirty to me

Dash frowned when Charon told him the story of his biological mother. "I'm so sorry," he said softly. It was a terrible way to loose a loved one, and it made him wonder if his own mother was still alive. Dash empathized with the other male's logic at not calling Thistle Mom. He nodded his understanding. Dash wasn't a wolf who believe in an afterlife, so for him to believe Charon's mother knew any different was difficult, but he could understand the reasoning anyways. Still, he wasn't quite sure what to say in response, or what would offer the other male any reassurance.

The thought of the winter came flooding back into Dash's mind. He felt like this one could be a bad one, and in his current condition, he was worried he wouldn't make it to the spring. With the conversation at a stand still, he thought now might be a good time to get a little information. "So," he began slowly. "with the two packs coming together, do you think it will be full?" Both Charon and Thistle had seemed like nice wolves, and Dash was feeling sort of comfortable with them. If they had room, maybe he would take the leap and join their pack.