Dyson picked at the dirt outside of his den, wondering where his family had gone for the day. Usually he would be out and about watching carefully over Stella Luna, since Xue seemed to care more about questioning his existance, and the little girl was a walking hazard, but she had gone off into the forest; leaving him to watch the dust settle behind her. She would be back before dusk, her adventures didn't last long when she was blind in the dark; still, that left him a few hours here alone. All he had now was a snug den, a patch of dirt, and the hope that some other raver boy would come along with music in hand. By now though, he had gotten excessively bored, and was just willing to go along with just about any wolf who showed up at his doorstep; interesting or not.