True to the Warden role that he coveted, Dante too had yet to venture forth from the lands since joining. He had been content to wander through the Plateau and begin to get to know many of his packmates in the process. Today, though, he had felt the need for a run. The day was hot but he did not mind; he still had a bit of the restlessness of a loner, though it was fading the more at home he became.
Seemed he didn't need to stay in the lands of Blacktail Deer Plateau to run into packmates however. Dante scented the elk at the same time that he caught sight of Lasher, so he made his way forward cautiously, creeping towards the top of the rise and looking out at the herd as well.
"Nice setup," he said in a quiet, low voice, the wind carrying his words away from the herd. The way they were set up it was quite easy to observe the herd without alerting them. He looked at the other wolf, silver eyes taking stock of him. He knew his name, but nothing else, for he had not yet spoken with him at all. Dante refrained from saying too much now, though, not sure what Lasher's goal was. He didn't want to steal his meal if he intended to take one of the elk, but if Lasher didn't mind sharing, he would gladly join in on the hunt.
