Quiet, and introverted, Dusty usually keeps to himself. He comes and goes regularly to scout out new lands and survey the land around the pack.
One evening, while the majority of the pack was eating a deer the hunting group brought, he actually spoke up.
"Where is Coal?", he said, his voice startling Birch and Moon, who hadn't even noticed him walking up. The two pups looked up at him as he looked evenly at Acorn.
"Why? He's out foraging, he'll be back soon." Acorn responded, hardly looking up from the deer.
He limped away, blood welling up from a wound on his leg. He waited for Coal to return, hardly making another sound.