Moonspear Walk through a hailstorm

He hadn't realized it would be this difficult to fight what his body was telling him to do. He wanted to give in, but he knew that would be wrong. Then, he wanted to turn and leave, but he had already greeted her. It would be rude at this point to turn and walk away. He assumed she was about to ask how he was, but a movement in his peripheral view caught his attention. It was Harley. 

Harley seemed friendly, and Dash returned the gestures. Hey, Harley. It was mostly run-of-the-mill conversation, until Dash watched the other male lick Althaia on the muzzle. It seem like a familiar gesture, one that he did all the time. Dash cocked his head, and decided to question the obvious. Is there something going on here? he asked with a smile, Althaia's question temporarily ignored. His voice was curious, with maybe a little laughter and happiness mixed in. While Althaia was technically a hostage, Dash had always done his best to treat her as another pack member, just one that didn't move up in the ranks. The fact that it seemed she and Harley were friendly with each other didn't strike him as something that shouldn't be allowed.