Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

Dash hadn’t been very close by when the call rang out. They had branched off, hoping to cover more ground in the search for Lazarus. Dash had searched and searched, but found no sign of the male. He quickly made his way to Charon, not wasting any time, and not bothering to conserve energy. The anger he had for the Lazarus would take him a long way.

When he arrived, Floki and Charon were speaking with a stranger, a female. He caught the tail end of the conversation, where the female was describing Lazarus, at least he thought. When he had last seen the male, he had all four legs. Dash had no idea how he could survive with a torn-off leg, and hoped someone had already finished him off. The blood, and the limb, certainly would have brought many scavengers in the area. 

He remained quiet, his hackles raised to show his discomfort of this situation, but he was not aggressive.