Blacktail Deer Plateau I was dreaming of war

Some time had passed since Dante had seen the plateau's younger brood, now practically grown adults. Casmir seemed taken with wandering, a good thing when they were scouting new lands, but the others he was sure he simply passed like ships in the night.

"Hey Constantine. What's going on?" He turned to face him with a smile, glad to see him again. It could be this was a social call, which he wouldn't mind at all. He was doing nothing of consequence right now that he would need to interrupt. But the way the other had approached him directly led him to believe it was with more purpose.