Thinking that she was gone felt as if he had loaded gun pressed against his temple.Since the end of the meeting,the macabre scene of her departure had not stopped playing in his mind, and even if he knew that everytime he replayed it, it would only hurt more he kept doing it anyways. It was like caressing the trigger.

While he would've (not!) liked to continue to keep playing the painful ocurrance like a broken record; the call of his Now-Alpha forced him to lift himself from the ground. He trotted to his encounter, holding his head as high as the gun taped against his side would let him.

Hey, how's Alphaship going eh? he barked when he approached a decent distance.

The Ollivander's head bobbed up and down in understandment, he had felt something similar when he had first left his birth pack. As a traveller, he would often wake up in unknown locations which caused him to scratch his head in confusion until he remebered he no longer had a place to call home. Dante was right it did take a little time to get used to the changes.
Hopefully it would be soon.

Finn's eyes traced the edges of the trees behing his companion, he was lost again in deep thought until the greyscale man called him out. Casting a concerned look at him that made Finn suddenly wonder if his skin was really transparent. He looked down at his chest briefly and then at Dante.

Ugh, I dunno man.. I, he began, his eyes evading any contact with the swarthy Alpha. Opening up wasn't something Finn was used to. He tended to avoid any kind of topics with sarcastic jokes or light shrugs -- and though it would've been easy for him to do that now, for some reason his lungs began to spit it out..

She's gone again, like everything is just some wild adventure -- and I'm not even sure why she woud've gone, what could she possibly have there that isn't here?! he groaned, his brow furrowing in frustration.

A deep sigh filled with melancholy slipped past his lips. Allowing the bottled up feelings out of his system was somewhat comforting but no matter how many wolves he told or how many times he yelled it out it would still not bring her back.

With a sharp inhale and a brusque jerk of his tail he brought his olive colored eyes up to the man's face, never in a challenging manner, simply looking for any answers the newly appointed Alpha may have.

Unfortunately for the silver-rocket there were none, instead of speaking words of comfort Dante launched a question of his own. A question that he could not find an answer to yet.

At first he thought about saying that their friendship had kept him here, but he hesitated their conversation, as pleasant as it had been ,wasn't a solid excuse for his stay.

The Plateu is were I began this new life of mine, and with Winter so close by, I didn't wanna risk it he barked with a slight slump of his shoulder. It wasn't the best excuse, it was selfishn-- if he wouldn't risk going there why had he let her?

The brief silence between his answer was excrutiatingly long for the silver male. He had sensed the small air uncertainty lingering around his Alpha, he understood the position he had put him in -- separating his roles from leader and friend shouldn't have been easy for the greyscale male. While telling her to forget her would've served as a tactic to get him to stay, he knew in his heart that holding him captive was not the answer.

Finn had a feral heart that had been captured by another who laid far from here, and though he still stuck to the idea that he wouldn't leave the Plateu behind, he knew very well that she wouldn't budge either. It was a tragic love story that seemed doomed from every angle, yet it still kindled in his heart -- it was colder that before but it was still flickering, refusing to die out just yet.

I think I will he barked softly while motioning to the side with his snout, referring that he would seek her at the borders in hopes to clear things up. Thanks man he added after clearing her throat, dumping his frail voice and putting up his manly fachade once more; even if he didn't even believe it himself anymore, it had become an armor he could not breathe properly without.

Finn was also glad he had seeked Dante out, or that by the strange desires of fate they had ran into each other at that particular time. That had certaintly saved Finn a whole lot of effort and stress -- if channeling his feeling into spoken words was hard enough imagine how excrutiatingly hard it would've been to actually go after Dante to gush about his broken emotions.
Man.

We have fine hunters, we'll be alright I think he barked, now taking the chance to try to boost Dante's feelings now. What could be more comforting for an Alpha than a subordinate's confidence in him? While he had not resolved when he would go to meet Finley, or what would happen after they saw each other, he was certain his friendship with Dante would not be damaged.