Dante nodded. "That is true." He frowned. " I would love to have a skill like that. To be useful in ways that don't involve violence. I suppose I've never had the chance to learn." He smiled. "But I suppose I've learned something today. I never knew that plant could be useful, I've always avoided it." Perhaps one day he could be useful also for something other than harm. Protection was important, but something about this place drove him to strive to become more, to improve himself and not settle back on the easy route. He didn't think he had the memory or nerves for healing, but maybe he could find something else.
He could sing her praises all day, but something told him that the sweet she-wolf, like he, was uncomfortable with flattery. So he redirected the subject, bringing up something he had been curious about. "By the way, I really enjoyed the story that you told the other night. Where did you learn it?" It had been strange, the rhythm and voice unlike anything he had ever heard.
