Moonsong Glacier When your skeletons rattle in their chains

Dash had left the pack lands to pursue meals elsewhere, and though the pack came across the dueling rams several days ago, he hadn't seen much in the form of food. It had given him hope, however, that prey was returning. The foliage of the forests and valleys were returning, and though it would take a little more time for everything to fully grow in, it was obvious that the land was making a comeback.

His nose had take him to the edge of the cold mountain. This glacier had fascinated him in the winter, and now he hoped it could cool him in the summer. Standing at the base, he flicked his tongue out, testing the temperature. Yup, still cold. Suddenly, noise above him caught his attention, and he darted to the side just before the wolf could use him as a landing pad. Although, maybe he should have caught her. That probably would have been better for her. 

Standing behind her, she seemed unaware of his presence. He chuffed to let her know he was here. Are you alright? he asked, concerned that she seemed to have hurt her paw.