Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

Dasher dipped his head in a friendly greeting. He kept his head tilted slightly to the right, trying to cover up his bad-eye a bit. "nothing in particular, just trying to get my whereabouts and learn the areas in these parts. I just traveled over here." He explained. "My name is Dasher." He added. The girl was younger than him, with eyes like ice. But she too seemed non-threatening with the way she held herself. And she too had scars. Some marks down her side that were from claws seemed fresh enough. Unlike the one on his eye, that had been done a while ago.