He returned her ornery smile with a genuine one, then went back to searching the ground for their target crop. As he did, he listened, enjoying hearing her talk about a life that was so different from any he had heard about. He knew there were nomadic wolves out there but had never met one who had lived that life.
Dante himself recalled the first time that he ever caught a deer unaided. It was a small one, regardless, yet at that moment he had felt completely grown and strong in his independence. He and Tarin had eaten well that day. Since then he had learned strategies that had let him pursue larger game, his size aiding immensely in the take-down. True it was easier with a pack, but not impossible. Her father must have been more skilled than Dante, however; he doubted he could have hunted for himself and a family. Shortly after they were fully grown they had come across the Highland pack and Tarin joined, leaving Dante to continue alone. He didn't really have to worry about any but himself, so it did not matter that most of the time he had to settle for lesser prizes.
"Otherworldly indeed. Though your healing fits that description as well, at least to a simple soldier like me. Seems to me your legacy is already starting. After all, you've helped so many of the pack with your knowledge." He wondered briefly if he'd ever have that sort of impact on the lives of those he was quickly beginning to care about. He could only hope. Suddenly those thoughts disappeared, though, and he quickly trotted over to a tree. "Look!" He smiled happily. "Is this one of the plants you were looking for?" The plant had hairs but he couldn't be sure.
