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Dante inclined his head in acknowledgement of the thanks, unaware of the other's wariness.  It did not cross his mind that Malachi could question his intentions, but it made sense that the other did.  Good natured, he remained oblivious, and was simply glad he could offer some help.

His next answer wasn't particularly detailed, but he sensed that this wasn't entirely out of secrecy.  It more sounded as though he wasn't sure what he wanted to find.  "Don't we all."

He wasn't sure if this other wolf was at all interested in continued conversation, but he personally was a little intrigued.  Though he was avidly against prying, he oftentimes wondered what brought others to the places they now walked. He did not look much younger than Dante himself, but he had no defined home... while not uncommon, it was still a bit of an oddity.

"Do you travel alone?" He decided upon, unsure where he was going with any of this interaction yet unwilling to let Malachi leave with silence just yet.