Felltree Marsh reach for the dead

As he was aught to do, Dash got bored on the mountain. Charon and Ame's packs had yet to converge, and it left him in a sort of limbo. He didn't really care, but it left him feeling an itch to roam. He didn't want to go to Charon's territory, since he wasn't a part of that pack, was he? He wasn't a part of Ame's, either. He was a member to a pack that didn't yet exist. And until it did, he considered himself just a loner.

And, as such, he was prone to wandering. Which is how he ended up on this cold, wet marsh. His tail was raised high, as if he was worried it would get water on it, and his paw steps were calculated as he made his way through the area. All of a sudden, he sneezed, and a fowl went flying off. Had he even known it was there, he might have tried to hunt it. As it were, he just wanted to get out of here while he could still feel his paws.