"I suppose you are right, and if I do forget, perhaps I was meant for the road anyway. There are always other lands and other packs." Dante wasn't a big believer in fate, but he knew better than to try and work against an eventuality. Whatever would happen would happen whether or not he wanted it to; what was the use in worrying? "There is some truth in that, but to be a part of something bigger again... it's worth a bit of risk, finding a family. I may have been a loner most of my life but that doesn't mean I like the solitude. Just happened to work out that way." He shrugged. "I could live like this, sure, but life's only so long. Might as well chase happiness while we can."
"What about you? Is the life of a lone wolf your choosing, or have you found a pack worth settling down in?" Dante had thought he knew the answer when he first met the other wolf, but now he was second-guessing that assumption. He knew what Mordecai was talking about with the making use of wanderers; he had heard tell of a rank, Outrider, that did just that. He doubted his own abilities however in that capacity. He didn't have the speed nor agility to wander too far easily from his home. He did love meeting strangers, though, so perhaps. It would all depend on where he ended up.
