Blacktail Deer Plateau a bruise upon the silent moon

lasher nodded again. the years were settling upon him -- he did not think that a trek of that magnitude would be so kind to him in succession, but if dante wished it he would depart immediately. yet the silver-eyed male did not speak of it -- he addressed the dread roiling in the beta's belly, and taltos straightened beneath his quietly firm words, sensing the hurt behind them.

"indeed you are, and again i am sorry." he was hardpressed to prove himself to dante again, to assuage the hurt there. he had not wished for the alpha to worry, but perhaps it was ineveitable, given the circumstances. silently, he moved his gaze to dante's face, and then to the loam between their paws, awaiting his leader's command or dismissal.