Blacktail Deer Plateau I was dreaming of war

The yearling could not know yet that his father had taken a step forward to the throne of Blacktail Deer Plateau – but even then, it would not stop the youth from admiring the silver male he seen before him now. Dante was a wolf Constantine had grown to look up to, and so when the boy came upon him, he ushered a low woof to announce his presence.
 
Moving forward with a rather lackadaisical trot, Constantine brushed his muzzle lower in the air, holding himself submissively to the wolf he deemed as his king. His own nose would wrinkle at the scent of blood, but the dark youth ignored it – instead, his fiery eyes were focused upon the regal’s chest as his tail gave a casual swing through the air. “Dante, hi,” he ushered, waiting to do a proper greeting to the man before launching in to why he stopped him.