Greatwater Lake La-dee-da, la-dee-da

i did decide on Dante after all :P if you wanted another though I can switcheroo!

Unlike in previous trips, Dante had left the plateau knowing exactly where he was heading and why. He knew he was going against his own suggestions in doing so, but pushed that from his worries. The business with Mordecai had reminded him of the man's reception in the nearby forests, and he wished to scout briefly the area. Not too close, mind, for they could hardly stand to antagonize more packs into bad relations, but enough to discover exactly where this place was. And perhaps how strong their numbers.

The slow accumulation of data was deliberate. It wasn't something he had chased initially, content as he was to keep to his own, but old habits were beginning to make themselves known once more, amongst them the desire to assess strengths or weaknesses in those who might become allies or enemies.

While rounding the lake, though, he was waylaid momentarily by the sight of a familiar, young ember on the shore. His first inclination was to pass without word, an aloofness afflicting him lately, but instead he shoved that down. He doubted she was lost again, but it would hurt nothing to ensure this.

"Attica?" He posed it a question, but it was more directed as to her presence here than whether or not she was who she was.