Blacktail Deer Plateau heavy crown on an uneasy head

He enjoyed her teasing affably enough, though he was not inspired to return it.  Honestly he wasn't sure what to make of her, enough to cause him to tread a bit more carefully.  She gave the impression of power, one used to being in a position that allowed respect, but for some reason content to bend to his rule.  Why?  At her age, he would expect her to be established somewhere, yet here she was.  

He was curious about the turn of fate that had brought her here, but would never presume to ask.  Instead she gave him an easy out, a question to respond to whose answer came relatively easily.  "Blue Willow is by far the truest resident here, as this was her home long before I came.  Lasher arrived around the same time as I, though I don't know who was first anymore."  He smiled.  The earthen Beta was one of the first wolves Dante had befriended here.  "Osprey too has lived here a long while.  It is only us four from the days before I claimed leadership."  He felt a bit of regret at that.  Some of the familiar faces he missed greatly... Finn had been a good friend to him, and some of the others had held promise.  Still, they remained a good group, and the newer members were ones he would not trade.

By the time their conversation finished, Dante was no closer to having a read on the woman than when they first started. He could not say why, but he did trust her, ineffable as her motives might be. If nothing else she was definitely far from boring and he looked forward to trying to puzzle her out.