Moonspear her vestal livery is but sick and green

Dash was out late that night, patrolling the borders. When his eyesight had been bad, and he had been forced to walked in the night instead of day, he found that he rather liked the night. There was a different air, different sounds, all of which seemed to speak to his soul. It drew him out into a calmness he had never felt before. 

The howl that was sent up put him right back on alert, however, and he quickly made his way to the stranger. His ears perked and his tail up, he showed an air of assertiveness, but it lacked any heavy aggression. He came to a stop several yards away. Can I help you? he asked. Dash didn't recognize the other male, and had no knowledge that he knew Charon.