Neverwinter Forest giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon

Dash watched the shadow-wolf traverse the snowy fields, drawing closer and closer to the forest the Coterie wolves called home (for now). He wondered idly what he was supposed to do, in theory, if the Shadow tried to come in? Should he growl and act tough and get his fur all in a ruffle, like the macho-mercenary types were so prone to doing? It had certainly not been his intention to come out here to guard the border of a barely-existent pack. He had just wanted... air. 

Perhaps he'd meet the Shadow out in the fields for a chat, intercepting him before he got to the forest... as in, before Dash had to decide whether he was or wasn't a mercenary (and let's face it, he probably wasn't). The young man strode out from the outskirts of the forest, sinking down further in the snow with every step. Fuck, the snow was deep out here. 

"'Sup buttercup," Dash called out cheerfully, still approaching the Shadow. He noticed the wolf's gaze turned up toward the heavens. The seawolf paused in his approach to follow suit, craning his neck upwards. The first stars of the evening were just starting to wink into existence. "The sky is so big out here..." Dash commented, "Gods, I almost forgot what it looked like, spending so much time those trees."  Now that he was out here, Dash realized just how smothered he had felt within the forest's arboraceous confines.