The Sentinels all change

It sounded as though Ragnar and Dante held common views.  He had doubts that Charon had sanctioned the request (and honestly didn't remember the exact wording of the message) but he didn't bother correcting.  The gist of it had been there and it had been rejected, so the details hardly mattered.  He definitely had trouble believing that Charon, knowing that Dante led the plateau at the time, would have sent one of his wolves to make nice.  Likely a subordinate had been looking to up their standing and banked on the wrong spot.

That would have been an unwise course, Dante thought, but he did not say as much.  He did not want to start anything with this girl, not when she had already put that idea aside, but even the suggestion brought his defensive instincts to bear.  This land had been their new beginning, and already the Beta loved it well.  He would fight tooth and nail to keep it now that they had settled here, and he assumed the others of their pack would do the same. 

"I will let our Alpha know.  He is the reverant sort and will, I'm sure, gladly heed your request."  His tail lifted and he shifted a bit, hoping that was all.  He was ready for her to be gone.  They had no bad blood between them, and Ragnar had done much for Peregrine at least, but her words had failed to endear her to him and the familiar, cavalier way she had spoke of her short-lived desire to route them made him all the more eager to see her tail disappear.  It wasn't an unreasonable boon to ask, though Dante did not quite understand.  Where he came from, the dead were not buried, but were left to the scavangers as nature intended.  Why should empty shells be protected?  Honestly the idea of his body being smothered beneath the earth was a frightening, unappealing one, and he thought perhaps he should mention his desire that this never be done to him to Lasher.  It was a pretty macrabe subject.