The Sentinels my soul won't take

The injured wolf's pace suited Dante fine (he was a bit dismayed to note), so it took them a bit longer to reach the river.  Dante too sought while he walked, taking note of finer details he had not yet catalogued within his internal mapping of the region.  There was much to remember and each time more layers could be imposed.  It would be a very long process to learn this place as well as he had the Plateau when they departed.  The thought evoked a slight twinge of nostalgia for the place, but no regret.  Here was where he was happy.

For a time, he ignored Eigma.  It wasn't out of spite, but moreso out of a lack of any real desire for words.  He had nothing to ask that he wished answered nor any smalltalk to share with a stranger within their lands.  Silence settled over them, a neutral sort that did not bother the Beta.  When they finally did reach their objective he paused, finally breaking the quiet.  "Did you have anything in particular in mind?"  If she sought something specific (perhaps those which had been used on her own healing), perhaps he could keep an eye open as well.  He had limited knowledge on what was useful vs what was not.