Hideaway Strath aint going back to barton hollow

The mountains. Oof, they were horrible things, mountains. Dingo didn't understand what value they held besides their impressive views - it was too much work to scale them and oftentimes, too cold up at the top. The valley was much more his speed - or the beach in the summer, where he could bask in the sun and scavenge for his meals. An easy life was always his goal, which made his alliegance to Towhee and Co. a bit of an oddity. Then again he was always plotting, and schemed that he could be a little useful if it meant he could gorge himself later once the pack was established. All they needed were young, healthy, idealistic individuals to order around!

Well, Ruenna the Stray, m'name is Dingo! Dingo Crestwood, one of many lovely bachelors scattered throughout the wilderness. This here forest is soon to be home to a pack, his introduction led in to an explanation which could've been a warning had he not been so cheerful about everything. He motioned at the dense forest around them both and sighed softly, as if he'd been the one to plant all these trees and tend to them himself, content with his surroundings. If you're tired of livin' as a stray, you could stick around. Keep me company, and I'll show you all the secrets of these woods. Oh god did he just wink at her?