Blacktail Deer Plateau Phantoms can't hang

Dante's comment genuinely intrigued Peregrine. He found himself wanting to ask the male for details. He wanted to know Dante's story. Before he could, the Gamma asked for his story instead. Lips twitching, the Alpha male silently vowed to bounce the question back at his companion just as soon as he'd answered it himself.

"I've only been here since the winter, actually. Before that, I lived in my parents' pack in a place called the Seahawk Valley. And I would have stayed there all my life if my older brother hadn't taken over the pack and eliminated all possible threats by exiling all his young, male relatives." He scowled slightly. "It all turned out for the best, though, as that misfortune led me here. I started my life beside Hawkeye and we've since parted ways but this plateau is my heart now. I plan to stay here until the day I die." He certainly wouldn't be letting history repeat itself.

"So, no," he finished, shifting his weight, "I was never really a wanderer. I thrive when I'm with other wolves. And up until I came here, I never deigned to be a leader, a mate or a father. It all just happened. I blame instincts. I regret nothing." His eyes flashed. How could he regret anything when his path had led him to his greatest achievement of all: fatherhood?

"But what about you, Dante? Tell me about your life before you joined us."