"Right you are. I'll be honest with you, I kind of enjoy that." It was the part of being a lone wolf that he would miss once he finally settled on a pack. He was going to join one eventually, for the perks of being alone did not outweigh the downsides, but he would miss the freedom and the - how would he put it - unpredictability? The idea that he could be in a new place with new wolves and new experiences each and every day. To choose a pack was to anchor oneself to a single location and live out your days there. It was security, yes, but it was also predictable.
"If I do join a pack, it will be strange not to be able to go where I will. To be accountable. I've spent more time alone than I have among others. I wonder sometimes if I even remember how to function within a pack." Dante shook his head. "I know it's kind of stupid, but I think that's another part of why I have been avoiding the ones around here." He wasn't sure why he was telling Mordecai this, surely the other wolf had better things to do than hear him complain. But he felt better for saying it. Conversations with strangers were strange things in themselves... you could give of yourself more and without embarrassment, for like he said, tomorrow they could both be anywhere, and it was likely their paths would not cross again.
