Blacktail Deer Plateau Roman cavalry choirs are singing

Dante did not recognize the panic in Malachi at that moment, though feeling some of the unease he did relax his posture a bit more, eyes traveling to the trees around them to ensure all was well.  He did not have to wait long for an answer, and though it was one he had been halfway expecting, he turned attention back smartly when it was recieved.  So he sought a home.  One part of the equation.  Now the other two... Could this be that home, and were they truly willing to offer a place?

He felt an overwhelming urge to help this wolf though, perhaps because he recognized that wariness.  It was likely the same look he had worn a year or so ago, the guilt of past mistakes and the unwillingness to let history repeat making him reluctant to even approach other wolves.  He had no way of knowing what this wolf's past was, but he knew what his future could be.  Hopefully he would not come to regret this.

"Perhaps we can offer you one, if you wish.  The terms would be simple... Respect and protect your packmates, and do your part to ensure the pack is taken care of.  If you desire to, and are willing to live by those rules, you would be welcome to stay."  He watched for a reaction with interest, but did not press for an immediate answer. This decision was not ever one to be made lightly.