The Heartwood decorate this silence

Dash grinned impishly, his mind instantly going there where the words "wild ride" fell from her lips. "In more ways than one, maybe," he replied, eyes sparking with mischief and delight. Even if he did end up "flaking at the eleventh hour," so to speak, he would have to make sure he stayed long enough to experience some of this "free-loving" for himself. 

"'Kay," Dash agreed, tag wagging lazily. "Catch you later, then." He wondered what sort of wolves Cyclone was collecting, if she was interested in the likes of Dash. He would find out soon enough, he supposed. He gave the woman-- his new leader?-- a friendly wink before turning to depart. Not the most subordinate behavior, but Dash was no ordinary subordinate, was he? And hopefully Cyclone would be no ordinary leader.  

Sweet, me too! How do I join the pledges, I'm guessing I have to post a request somewhere?