The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

ooh hey, I might get to use this towards advisor now ;D

At the mention of forming alliances, Dante's ears flicked, but he did not speak.  He knew his own thoughts on such things, for they hadn't change from his first days as Alpha when Peregrine had spoken of such between Redhawk and the Plateau.  Even with their differences, the refusal hadn't been personal - it had been policy.

But now was Lasher's time, and Dante didn't feel the subject important enough to throw his opinion in should Lasher not want it.  While they roamed their future land, Lasher was king, not he.  But he asked soon after, and invited, Dante would give him honesty.

"I have never seen much point in alliances.  And I would not like us to compromise our pack for the sake of another's.  We should look to our own."  He had kept that philosophy even when Saena had felt threatened - though he had offered to assist personally, he had made it clear the pack had no alliance and therefore no call to follow should they not wish. "But I also think that you need to do what feels right."  He smiled, giving Lasher a friendly, deferential touch on the jaw.  "Perhaps the laws here are different, with so many packs gathered.  And perhaps we have been too long isolated.". He had no qualms about Lasher's judgement, though he was gratified to have been asked.  His thoughts were always free to the new king upon request.