The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

Dante was feeling much better, though unbeknownst to him, the shortness of breath he had attributed to the cold and being out of shape was a mark he would fail to lose.  The coughing had for the most part desisted, but still he did not take his newfound health to see the quickly growing pups.  For that, he would wait as promised.

Besides, there were others here he had yet to meet.  One in particular.  He had heard little of Tachyon and mostly knew of his presence by scent, yet now that he felt sure he would not bring plague upon the pack, it was probably time to introduce himself.

"Hey".  He hailed him when he finally caught sight of him, resting in the snow near the border.  He'd managed to track him down after a while of searching, both by scent and sight.  Seems he'd been industrious in marking the place, Dante had noted approvingly.  He began to come closer, hoping for a quick conversation.