Bramblepoint in the woods somewhere

The dark-furred Dash seemed to have to contemplate the timespan that it had taken for the locusts to come and ravage the land around him. He stated that he wasn’t around when they’d actually flown through, which meant that he wouldn’t have an accurate frame to judge. Yet, he managed a short guess that would seem accurate based on the short buds of green that were forming on the trees again. “I’d say a month would be about right. You’ll be seein’ green again soon, I’m sure,” Sawyer chirped with a nod of his head and a curling smile on his inky lips.
 
When Dash remarked on Sawyer’s attitude, he offered a bashful lowering of his skull towards the earth and his smile faded a bit. Taking compliments was not always the easiest for the traveling southerner. Still, for a stranger to recognize a momentary strength was uplifting. “I am lookin’ for a pack. Hopefully in this neck of the woods somewhere. Are you Moonspear wolves takin’ in new blood?” he then asked with a curious tilt of his brow.