Silverlight Terrace angry geese, a yummy feast or invincible beast

Dash nodded, assuming a serious expression as Atticus provided the obvious answer. The explanation sparked a memory. "Witches can take the form of birds, you know," Dash offered, expanding upon the theory. "I fought some of those once too." Or had that just been a dream? The memory was strangely hazy. 

"Yeah, that was a blast!" Dash agreed. Now that the geese were gone and the adrenaline from the fight was surging though his system, he was feeling pretty good. The fight hadn't really been so bad, had it? 

"Pack?" Dash echoed, his confusion evident. "Oh, you mean Cyclone's thing! It's not really a pack, or.. not yet, I guess. We're all just kinda hanging out together in that forest." Dash tossed his muzzle in a vague, northeasterly gesture. 

"Would you wanna hang too?" Dash asked hopefully. It had been a while since he'd had so much fun (fun? that had been fun, right?) and he was reluctant to let his new friend go.