Hushed Willows shelter

His tail lashed more furiously when she told him he was cool. That sort of thing always got to him - even though he already knew he was cool. It was never a bad thing to hear it again.

"I think you're cooler," he said, dipping his nose into the snow and flicking the damp, white fluff at his companion. Get it? 'Cool'? He waited for her to laugh, but in the meantime, she asked if he'd been following her, and Dag was quick to jump to his own defense.

"What? No! I'm travelling with a pack - we're on a mission," he told her, chest puffing proudly as he went on: "I am protecting a small family as they seek assylum for the winter." That wasn't what he was doing, like, officially, but probably she wouldn't get the chance to ask Reek or Jhala what he was doing following them around. Or maybe.... "Hey, do you want to come with us? I can protect you, too."

He was only partially joking, and he tossed more snow at Moonbutt to make this known, but in reality, he would protect anyone who travelled with them. That was the point of having a pack.