Illogical. Dante internally snorted. He didn't think there was a single word in existence that described his father better. Yet, when he was a pup, it had seemed the best of logic. He would still be following, blind to what existed outside of that lifestyle, had it not been for his love of his sister. If Tarin had not existed, or had not been so different, he might be Commander of the Obscurum pack right now. He had no regrets whatsoever for where life had led him instead.
"That is true. There is also keeping a pack peaceful, and knowing in wisdom when to fight and when to compromise." That had always been his weak point. He could be a bit of a pushover when left to his own devices. That worked very well for him as a loner, but would work less so when the safety of others depended on the call.
"That part I can definitely handle. Makes more sense if the relationship is mutually beneficial. No one likes a freeloader." Doesn't matter what pack you went to, that fact would always remain the same. He liked that about it thought. It meant that everyone was always working towards the betterment of everyone else. It was that fact alone that made him miss being a part of it so much.
