Iktome Plains you mean like all the cool kids with their leather jackets and their pickles.

The flakey newbie... Dash knew a thing or two about being one of those. The amusement didn't fade from his expression completely, but a look of understanding lit in his eyes. 

Her let out a snort of laughter as she injected their new inside joke into the end of her explanation. Poe seemed like the kind of girl who didn't like to go too long without smiling or laughing, which suited Dash just fine. 

"Their loss," he said with a shrug to match Poe's. He was fairly baffled by the attitudes that Poe described... what heart was so fragile that it would hold a dude back from getting to know such a magnetizing girl? Did the men in Poe's pack have like... zero balls? 

"I figured the guys would be tripping over each other to follow you," he remarked, grin forming once more. "They should be trailing you around like a fucking parade. And every time you flake on a pack, you add a couple more to the train." Yes, Dash was enjoying himself immensely imagining such a ridiculous scenario.      

"So where are you marching your army next, then?" If Poe had already told the pack she was leaving, that didn't make her "flakey" in Dash's eyes. Were she truly a hardcore flake, she would just bail in the middle of the night, no word to anyone... that was Dash's specialty.