Moonspear Sooner, or Later?

Harley lay himself next to her and fixed her with an autumn stare, listening carefully but unable to keep his eyes from sweeping over her pelt a couple more times. Each time became less looking for something wrong, and more appreciating what was right. Her words, though, her sad words brought his face into a frown.
                 "We can always try some exercises, see if we can loosen it up a little. What's that about Dash?"
He hadn't seen the fate of his friend, but it was a worry to the wolfdog. The dark male had been nice to Harley, hopefully nothing happened to him.