Neverwinter Forest all for the best

Cyclone's enthusiasm was catching, and Dash's apple-green eyes sparked energetically. When she licked him on his nose, the boy snapped playfully in her direction, teeth clicking shut just shy of her muzzle. He stepped forward with the intention to initiate more of a game, but Cyclone's words directed his attention once more to the dark stranger. 

His name was Imma.. Imra.. what was it again? Gods, why did people have to have such complicated names? "Uh.. hey," Dash responded, adding a good-natured tail wag. No matter what his name was, Cyclone said he was a friend, and that was good enough for Dash. "It's just Dash," the seawolf corrected after Cyclone introduced him. He looked back and forth between Cyclone and the other guy, who had kind of a weird look on his face. "So.. what's up?" he asked after a beat. "We still tryin' to start a pack and all that?" Dash had maybe (just maybe) been a little out of touch recently.