Moonspear Lick My Wounds

The smile he was granted seemed more genuine than the first, and Dash relaxed a little. This wolf was interesting, to say the least. Harley confirmed that it was a packmate, and Dash expected him to confirmed his assumptions that the fight was over food, but he didn't. He confessed it was nothing more than a fight for pride, after being refused a challenge. 

Dash's ears flicked back on his head, his expression showing his distaste for the reasoning behind Harley's wounds. Three months ago, Dash wouldn't have had the confidence to say anything untoward, but Dash had changed, at least some. Now, in most cases, he could speak his mind. We're in the middle of famine, basically starving, and you two are getting into it over... nothing? he questioned, his voice hinting at some anger, though it wasn't really directed straight towards Harley. Dash had been in his fair share of fights, but they were never of his choosing. They were life and death struggles, and he had been lucky enough to survive so far. Never would he have thought anyone would fight over something so menial, especially in times like they were in.