Moonspear dictator of the world

Dash gave a huff that could have been the closest he'd ever come to laughing. It was true, he did only run into Charon when he was gazing at the land. "Oh, how's that going for you?" he asked, referring to peeing on things. "I didn't think Alphas ever took a break from that," he confessed. Dash had never felt that possessive over something that he needed to constantly tell the world it was his. Then again, if he had his own territory, he would probably feel that way.

He looked thoughtful as he tried to think of an answer for his leader. He wasn't a liar, and he wouldn't say anything that wasn't true, but he didn't want Charon to think he wasn't grateful for this opportunity. "I like it, I suppose," he began before pausing. "I just... It's hard for me to trust. I've been living one way for so long and... I guess I still rely on that way of life. It's like... I'm here, but I haven't even slept in the same spot twice let alone make a den for myself... I trust you, and Floki and Thistle, but... I guess I'm nervous meeting the others." It was a flood of information, more than he had ever said in one sitting to one wolf. It was, at least, one sign that he had changed and was adapting to this new way of life, even if he didn't see it himself.