Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

One of them was uncertain then?  Though Dante would not judge externally, internally he wondered why this wolf would choose to stick around for an alpha who was reluctant as that.  Of course, he'd been the same when he took over.  Still, if he were Luke, he would have some serious misgivings, hypocritical as they may be.  What if they founded, only to have the alpha realize he or she did not wish to rule?

Some things were better unspoken, though.  He did not want to speak ill of Luke's potential leaders when obviously he had a lot of loyalty.  Loyalty that he wondered if they realized they were taking massive advantage of, forcing him to wander alone while they drug their feet.

"You are patient, much more than I could be, it seems," was all he said, shaking his head in a bemused manner but waving his tail.  "But I have always been overly critical of those I choose to follow."  And so far, each has been the wrong choice.  Yet he couldn't regret choosing Peregrine even if he would never do so again.  It had led him here, after all.  Even a friend he would have no trouble turning down if he thought they were not capable or ready.  In fact, had he been entering the plateau in the early days of his own rule, he doubted he would have stuck around.