The Sentinels What good is a field on a fine summer night

That they were.  A fisherman Dante would never be, he knew that unequivocably.  Perhaps later he could look again, or seek out different quarry in the forest's depths.  He wasn't so hungry now that he couldn't wait until this conversation led to a close, especially since he had matters to discuss.

Perhaps matters that Lasher could guess.  Dante wouldn't be surprised, the alpha was an intuitive man.  "If you wish," Dante replied, grinning at Lasher's mischief.  He had no idea if what Lasher thought was true, but hearing the guess would be entertaining, as it could be completely off base as well.