The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

Dante knew that feeling.  "I too lost a friend when I first came upon the plateau.  It seemed she did not wish to travel together any longer."  Or something had happened to her.  But he liked to think that Helena had simply found a pack and settled down, one that did not align with his own plans.  But Dante was an enduring sort, and loss was nothing new.  He hadn't allowed it to affect him like this man seemed to have.  "It is no easy thing."  If he thought him a bit naive, he did not voice it.  They were packmates now and support was all he would offer in matters that did not affect pack life.

"Hopefully you look to survival now?"  He questioned, wondering if it still weighed as heavily or if time had alleviated.  Tachyon didn't exactly look well, but he was out patrolling when Dante had met up with him, so that boded well.