Moonspear teekon by night

Dash sat back on his haunches. It seemed the conversation was not going to move beyond the scenery and the sky. He honestly didn't understand what the big deal was, but his stance on the subject softened a bit when Charon spoke of his mother. Dash knew that could be a sensitive subject.

His soon-to-be leader asked him if he had heard any stories about the stars. Dash couldn't honestly say he did. "Um, no, I didn't really... hang out with many other wolves." Or any at all for that matter. Dash led a very practical life, one centered on staying alive. He had never stopped to think about how nice the scenery was, or if wolves were living in the sky with the stars.

Even the young one, Floki, asked about someone living up there. Dash hadn't a clue on who Ragnar was, and he was feeling a bit out of place, being the only one among the trio that didn't really follow the conversation topic well. Still, he tried to listen.