Blacktail Deer Plateau Sometimes you're the train, sometimes you're the track

Malachi looked thoughtful, and surprised, but showed no sign of bolting out the door. Such a thing would have been strange, yet he had half expected it after the way the conversation with Mordecai had gone.

"Thank you," he replied when the other agreed to stay clear, grateful and making no attempt to hide that. Malachi's understanding was important and Dante considered it almost a gift. One that he accepted gladly.

He turned thoughtful when Malachi mentioned his meeting, racking his memory for any sign. "Perhaps. Doubtless there are others of that coloring, but it may have been Fox and her daughter." Wildfire. "How did it go, when you did?" Was it a simple occurrence, or did Malachi have a troubling revelation behind it? If he'd been attacked... Yet Dante assumed he would have been told had that been the case.