Moonspear o most wretched of men

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Dash, too, was losing his patience with this famine. Hope had turned to irritation when the foliage began to return. It just couldn't grow quick enough for him, and he assumed for the rest of Moonspear. Dash did his best to keep his vexation to a point, and made sure not to take it out on others, as he knew there was no one to fault for this. Instead, he simply kept walking. His patrols gave his mind something to focus on other than hunger, but tonight, Dash strolled upwards on the mountain instead of at the borders.

 Charon's scent gave him pause and his expression softened as he followed it to the ledge where his leader was gazing at the sky. Dash himself wasn't all that interested in things he couldn't get, and the sky fell into that category. But, he also knew other wolves took a liking to learning about them. His body instinctively lowered in respect to the Alpha's rank and Dash chuffed to announce himself, pausing to see if Charon would welcome him or turn him away.