Sheepeater Cliff Looking towards the sky

"A naturalist? What exactly does that entail?" Dante asked, curious. In his old pack there had been four ranks: Commander, General, Warrior, and, if you were lucky, Scout. The Obscurum were of the mind that strength was all that mattered, spurning the rest. He knew that Healers existed in other packs, but Naturalist was not one that he had ever run across.

"The views are wonderful." He agreed, smiling, then hesitated to speak again. He didn't want to get to personal if she was uncomfortable with such things, but he really wanted to ask. Heck, the worst she could do was not answer. "Pardon my asking, but where do you hail from? I have never heard one speak as you do. If the question offends, I apologize." He would hate if it were something she was annoyed with answering or self conscious about. He liked her voice, though. It was unique.