Moonspear New Home

Dash was settling in to his new home, though still adjusting to being surrounded by a bunch of wolves and not being attacked by them. It was a nice feeling, though he had only let his guard down with a handful of them so far. His days were filled with walking the pack lands, getting accustomed to being bound by the mountain. While he was used to traveling miles a day, the mountain was pretty big, and took a different kind of stamina to traverse it. He learned quickly that going up at an angle was far easier than trying to go straight up.

It was even easier going down, which he currently was. He felt more comfortable lower on the mountain, nestled in the woods where he could hide. He had yet to pick a den spot, not wanting anyone to be able to find him whenever they wanted just yet.

His gait was stopped when he came upon Thistle's scent. He had caught it once or twice since they had moved, but she proved to be more elusive than he. This time, though, it was stronger, like she had just come through. In hopes of finding her, he tracked it, finally catching a glimpse of her after a short while. He stopped, chuffed to get her attention. He wasn't sure if she wanted company, and gave her a chance to tell him to get lost.