Moonspear We're not gonna fall

Dash paused along the border to lower his nose to the ground and sniff. The scent of rabbit lay heavy across their borders, but he was unconcerned with it. He marked it with his own scent and moved on, his gait confident as he patrolled the borders of Moonspear. 

Since they had returned with Lazarus' head, Dash had been less on edge, knowing the male would never return to cross their borders again. But, still, he remained ever diligent in making sure that others knew this pack was strong, and would defend its borders to their last breath.

His protectiveness over the pack and its territory had grown in the last weeks, especially with the knowledge that pups were coming. They weren't his, of course, but he still felt a strong obligation to protect them. He stopped again, this time recognizing Charon's scent on the borders. Dash placed his own mark and continued walking.