The Sentinels We get what we deserve

It was a skim of pleasantries shared – simple conversation that the ebony wolf did not necessarily mind, a she shifted his weight lightly. He allowed the silence to drift between them as she complimented the forest – wondering if he only felt at home here because of his siblings and pack, or if Blacktail Deer Plateau was simply a fond memory he would push to the back of his mind.
 
His eyes lifted up at her question, studying her thoughtfully. “I’m not an expert,” he began carefully. His days with Tartok had offered him much value in certain aspects of the world – and he had begun to learn battle, but he was not an expert. “Dante is probably the wolf with most experience here – but I’m always willing to learn more if you want a spar.”