Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

His own expression was nearly blank since he was mostly lost in his thoughts. She confessed she wanted more, requesting politely, and he could feel her gaze on him. His features softened ever so slightly, his good nature automatically taking over for a moment. He grabbed the skull, and headed back to the river to refill it, being careful once more not to slosh too much water out of it. He placed it before her, and sat back on his haunches again. 

His gaze met hers when she asked who he was. I'm Dash, Delta here at Moonspear, he replied easily. He hadn't realized she might want more information than that. What's your name? he asked, his voice low, as if he thought someone might overhear him. He refused to call her by the name Charon gave her- it was his one and only act of defiance.