The Sentinels You got to do, what you should

Dante pulled closer, the warmth that emanated from the man was something Constantine drank in almost greedily – desperately. Dante had been a presence in his birth pack his entire life.. and now that the silver wolf was leaving, it felt as if part of his family was being pulled apart, even further than before. Casmir wanted nothing more to do with him – Eilidh was her silence had him worried over her. Emaleth had returned, but she was not the warm soul she had once been – she grieved still. Deirdre remained naïve, and unknowing to herself, closed to the world, despite her desire to be completely open to it.
 
He did not have the heart to tell Dante of he and Aria’s plans – it would only serve to guilt the man and his family in to staying, and his bright eyes drifted from the man to Osprey, who he felt another surge of fondness for. Aria spoke, and he cast her a sideways glance, attempting to withhold his own morose and appear strong for the wolves before them.
 
“Did they eat? Please.. take something for the road,” he murmured, his own nose dipping down to stray to one of the nearby caches, where he would begin to unbury – the children were only young, still, and he did not wish to see any fo them suffer anything more than they had to. He bent his muzzle down, shaking the scrap of meat free of the dirt before placing it at Dante's paws -- it was not much, but sustenance could not be turned away.