Great Bear Wilderness Talk dirty to me

Charon noticed the instant change in demeanor, and for a moment he wondered if there was anyone standing behind him. Had to be one hell of a scary dude, though. However, he knew that there wasn't anyone behind him; this reaction had to be to him. Charon didn't understand at all what the big fuss was. Dash could've just said if things were going too fast for him, or whatever. Empathy wasn't Charon's strongest suit, so he couldn't fathom why he'd react that way instead of speaking his mind.

"Hey, it isn't decision time yet, you can think about —" But Dash was already starting to move, so it seemed of little use to further pursue the matter, for now. Charon didn't get the big deal. Wolves left from packs all the time, and while he valued loyalty greatly, right now he wouldn't mind able bodies to help the pack get through winter either, even if they'd leave after. And anyway, surely Dash would warm up to pack life once he was in it.

However, as things were, Dash made a quick getaway. Charon sighed to himself, completely flabbergasted at what had just happened to him, and then decided to continue scouting out the woods on his own before heading further south.