Moonspear teekon by night

Since Charon had accepted him into the not-yet formed pack, Dash had felt no need to leave the mountain. He had stuck around to explore it, find its nooks and crannies and secrets. And he found something out: That he loved the mountain. There was something about it that made him feel primal and possessive. He guarded this mountain like his life depended on it. And, it kind of did. He knew without a pack, surviving the winter would be next to impossible. And the pack that was soon to be formed wanted this mountain. And, so, he would protect it.

A deep, guttural growl came from from his throat when he spotted the two. But, it was just for experience. He knew these two. Still, he stalked them. He needed practice if he was going to defend this territory, and what better practice would he get than on his pack mates? He made his way to another ledge above the pair, careful not to make any noise.

He crouched down to his stomach, crawling slowly to the ledge. When he was sure they were distracted, he moved to let his head and front paws hang over the edge, looking down at them. They couldn't see it, but his tail was wagging.