The Sentinels all change

He wasn't sure what exactly this girl expected of him - what he knew of her target pack wasn't a whole lot, for he had kept to his own for the most part.  He hadn't even known Ragnar to be dead, though it made sense then why Charon had risen to the position he held.  And it made a bit more sense for Thistle to have stepped down if she had lost her mate.  Dante's stomach clenched in sympathy.

"We've heard nothing, but we haven't asked.  We had a wolf come seeking an alliance, but sent him away.  Our pack stands on its own."  At least had, though as he said it, he wondered if the words were now untrue.  Lasher had expressed interest in alliances, but he let the words stand.  It wouldn't hurt to allow this girl to think that was the way things were, at least for now.  "We are recently relocated."  He did not say where from, nor why.  But he knew one thing - if Stavanger Bay had been claimed, there would be no war, because there would be no claim of Donnelaith.  This forest had been chosen specifically because of its isolation, and her presence and status as one of Ragnar's offspring set him on edge.  Would she try to retake her previous home?  Now that they were settled, he knew he wouldn't sit well with that.  The bay was no more, and this was their home now.  He caught no tone of aggression or anger at finding them there, which appeased him some, but he wouldn't be fully at ease until she had left them behind her and moved on.  So he attempted to answer her questions as briefly as he could.