Moonspear cat and mouse

Well, this is an interesting sort of fellow, Dash thought as the cream colored male replied to his joke, though not with one of his own. Dash wouldn't have pushed him off the ledge, but he had no qualms about eating the flesh from his body if it was no longer being used. It may as well contribute to keep him alive. Yes, it was morbid, but Dash was not a sentimental wolf, and generally went with his instincts.

The male bounded forward, and Dash tensed as he walked by, their gazes locked as one passed the other. All forms of joking were abandoned. Currently, Dash's instincts said to leave this male to his own devices as he could be trouble. But, curiosity got the better of him when the other male commented Dash could be used as bait. An ear twitched as he turned his body so that it was always facing the other male, not willing to give his trust just yet. Not today, Dash said casually, still trying to get a read on him. He wasn't overtly aggressive, but there was something that told Dash to be on alert. His newly-formed social skills were swept to the side in favor of listening to his gut.