Blacktail Deer Plateau Roman cavalry choirs are singing

open to anyone! Loners/others included! Since he is by the border

They were so few now.  Despite his injuries, Dante still walked patrols on the edges of the territory, mostly because there weren't many to do so.  He was moseying next to the mountain border currently, and had paused to gaze into the trees that rose up the incline.  Though he was alert for movement that was out of the ordinary, his thoughts were a thousand miles away.

He was a little worried that the drastic decline in membership was a reflection on himself.  He hadn't been great at checking in and getting to know them, and now they were leaving as soon as they came.  He couldn't shake the feeling that he should be making more of an effort.

Sighing, he sat, lifting his foreleg to clean the scab that was beginning to form.  His ears tipped back to catch sounds behind, alerting him if anyone should approach.