Phantom Hollow There's no place like home

Her return of his own statement was accurate, and humorous, but the elaboration was what he had been getting at. Instincts normally were triggered by signs, either visual or internal... A feeling of dread, a headache, a peculiar sky or wind. He hadn't noticed anything different personally, but then, the Plateau had recieved nothkng but a common storm. Her description was one he filed away though... If the alpha ever experienced similar, he would know to inform his pack to take shelter as well.

"Good to know. Thanks." It wasn't a ton to go on but it was more than he'd known that morning. The lake rose up before them and she got an extra spring in her step, obviously ready to be home. Dante on the other hand slowed, and nodded to her.

"I believe this is where we part ways. Good luck on your way home." He meant it, but he did not wish to stick any closer to the lake. If he recalled, it was a place frequently visited by Redhawk wolves, whom he had no desire of meeting. He didn't trust himself to leave it alone should he happen across them.