Blacktail Deer Plateau We kill dragons

Any goodwill Dante might have held towards Peregrine, along with any respect, was snuffed out the instant Saena revealed who was responsible. That he hadn't dealt the blows was irrelevant. He did pause enough in his internal seething to cast a pointed look at Osprey when she revealed that she had undergone similar treatment, but did not question just yet. For the moment, Saena was the focus.

He understood the anger, and the desires to do something. But Dante wasn't sure he liked the idea of any of them going near the Caldera now. Fox and Peregrine weren't worth it, and it was obvious that they had taken his olive branch and shit all over it if Osprey had been recieved in a similar manner to Saena. It was this insult that fanned the flames even higher, but it remained a cold fire.

He kept quiet, deep in thought of the consequences that would follow this depending on which path they took, as he stepped forward to help move Saena. He didn't know that anything should be done. Revenge was a game for the naive, and all who played ended up getting burned.