Northstar Vale You don't swing it like you used to, man

Dagfinn had quickly developed a feirce admiration for Dragon, his newest packmate. Their first meeting had started off a little rocky, but Dag's first impression of the older male - that he would be fun - had been entirely correct. The dark youth had found (in his mind) a kindred spirit in Dragon, a wolf who seemed to take as much joy in pestering and mischief as Dagfinn himself.

So... he'd been following him around. A little bit. And he was only a few seconds behind the blue-toned male when he answered Saena's call. Dag barked in greeting to the first female, but stuck close to his Best Friend as they waited for the rest of their brothers to arrive.