Moonspear dictator of the world

Dash considered Charon's advice. The thought of a mate was so new to him that when his friend brought up pups, Dash's expression turned to shock. He hadn't even considered them. While he was in his prime as far as fathering went, he just didn't think he was ready. "I'll think about it," he said. No matter what came of introducing himself to the females of the pack, Dash knew he needed to get out there and meet his pack mates. He knew including himself in pack activities was an important part of being in the group, as well as contributing to its success. "I was thinking of taking on a trade, too. Warden, maybe?" he questioned. Charon might have a better idea if the trade would suite him. Being that Dash seemed to usually on the look out for danger, it could benefit the pack greatly.

His reply was immediate. "The forest," he said. The views didn't mean anything to him like they did Charon, but shelter meant everything. The forest provided it from the weather, as well as other wolves, if he felt the need to get away. He could even have two different dens, one easy to find, the other not so.