Blacktail Deer Plateau You got a perfect one

It took Dante a moment to determine who 'everyone else' might be. He'd spoken already of Blue and Lasher, and their children. Osprey, doubtless, and perhaps Mordecai? Had he been there when she still called this place home? He had a hard time recalling specifics of time. Generalizing seemed appropriate since, really, it was true of them all. "Really well. I've heard no complaints, which is both great and somewhat unnerving." He chuckled. While it was good all seemed content, at least when your packmates were vocal, you knew where things stood.

As with her, Valtyr and Pura didn't even occur for mentioning, both having been gone such a long stretch of time that he would have assumed she knew them to be absent. Timing was not his strong suit. He wished another could have answered her call as well, and was left wondering where they all were. "A quiet pack is a happy pack, but sometimes it can leave you longing for a little noise." he admitted, though keeping his humor. He didn't tire of peace as easily as others, but it was so easy to slide into the monotony of routine and let relationships slide by the wayside. He caught himself doing it often, and it was a hard habit to break, even with the pressure of leadership. He wondered if Saena would ever face such a challenge, or if she tended more easily to social graces than he.