The Heartwood decorate this silence

Dash shrugged noncommitally. "Then I'll come along," he agreed simply, "..until I decide to flake." He matched Cyclone's grin. A beat later, his expression fell. "Oh," Damn, he almost forgot. "Speaking of flaking... we prolly should steer clear of the Rosings wolves. Pretty sure I'm on their shitlist now." Dash had eaten Grayson's food, slept under Grayson's roof, flirted with Grayson's women... and then bailed without a word. Yeeeeah, they should probably just... avoid the whole southwest corner of the Teekon Wilds. He shrugged again. Who could blame him, really? "They were weird as fuck, honestly.." he explained, shaking his head.