Moonspear dictator of the world

Charon lifted an eyebrow when Dash entered the subject of other packs, looking a little nervous. He mentioned another pack at whose borders he'd hunted and where he'd gotten in some kind of trouble. 'They didn't take kindly to that' could mean lots of things, but since Dash seemed to have come out unscathed it could be a lot worse. "What pack was it?" Charon curiously asked. He didn't seem fazed by the story much, at least not in a negative manner. Charon highly doubted this'd ever come back to bite him or his pack in the ass, really.

As they entered the forest Charon took a right turn and started along a trail that lead through the old forest. Tree branches hung low overhead, creating a wolf-sized path through the brush. They walked a while before they came to a small clearing. Charon looked around to see if there were any good densites, and he figured Dash would do the same to see if he found one to his liking.