Silverlight Terrace Then there's me, I'm seventeen

Poor, clueless Dash XD

Dash was surprised by the greeting he got from the other two wolves, and he reciprocated their displays, curling back his lips to display his own fangs as he stopped in his tracks. While he knew his own display was dominant, he had not been aggressive up until this point. He growled, his fur bristling, a warning that if either of them decided to attack, he would be ready and waiting. Dash had never fought offensively, and he would not start one now, but he would surely defend himself if they did.

He felt he had every right to make sure they weren't heading towards the borders. But, Dash had really already forgotten his days as a loner as he was fully engulfed into making pack life work. He didn't understand that neutralism was expected outside pack lands, even in neighboring territories. He still had much to learn, and this might be the moment he realized that.