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He nodded to her logic It sounds like a good idea, he replied. Dash wasn't much of a planner. If he wanted to go somewhere, he went. If he couldn't, he waited. Winter was approaching, and Thistle was thinking correctly of waiting to go. Traveling in the snow wasn't easy and took a lot of energy. It was smart to wait.

His expression softened when she told him she was glad he was here, his tail wagging. He rather liked Thistle and he liked hearing she liked he was here. Me, too he replied. He was aware then, that this break in his duties had probably gone on long enough. And, if I want to stay, I should probably get back to the bustle of things, he said with a grin.

He stood, but before walking off, turned to her, See you later? he said. While it may not have appeared in his voice, he was hopeful that he would see her later.