Blacktail Deer Plateau Roman cavalry choirs are singing

aww, I love Malachi <3

"It is." He studied Malachi a bit more closely, though he avoided staring, not wishing to give offense or to be seen as rude. He was just attempting to decide something, and was considering. It was a few moments, but he finally shifted slightly, mind made up. "If you are not set upon a certain destination... do you seek a home?" It wasn't an offer, quite yet, but it held the promise of one should Malachi show interest.

Dante did not even know his name at this point, but he sensed the wolf to be a good man, and he had learned over time to trust his inclinations when it came to the hearts of others. Nothing about him spelled trouble, but there was a weariness that Dante should like to see eased. If the Plateau had the power to do such a thing, then it was only right to offer it. They could use another to guard their borders, to feed their little ones, and he seemed like he could use something to look towards. A direction, of sorts, was what Dante offered. And he wondered if the stranger would take it.