The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

Dante knew nothing of the wolves on the coast, having never met them before.  He now knew that Lasher wasn't speaking of Stavanger, though, as he had discovered them to be moved from the sands now.  There must be another coastal pack elsewhere, one that Dante hadn't encountered.  He was mostly indifferent to the matter, though a part of him balked at it.  It was definitely not as he would do, but he had already stated that, so didn't feel it necessary to reiterate the feeling.  "If it's what you thought best, then I'm sure it would serve to our advantage."  He said instead, with a small smile.  He knew Lasher wasn't the type to put favor of an outside individual ahead of his pack, especially not with his family directly affected by it.

editing for a nerd moment... I just realized I got to use future perfect tense in this and for some reason that tickled me.  Reminds me of high school latin days <3