Dante nodded. Therein lay the difference between wolves like Blue Willow and wolves like his father. It was as simple as that. Some did what they did because it was right, others just to get ahead. Dante wondered sometimes what sort of wolf he was turning out to be. He hoped the former but feared the latter. Sometimes he wondered if he was running so hard from his fate that he was, in fact, only bringing himself closer to it. If one does something for the good of another so that they can feel better about themselves, isn't that really just for their own gain in the end?
That wasn't something he wanted to get into now, though. It was one of those questions he didn't think would ever have an answer. Instead, he focused back in on the conversation. "You don't have to think of one now. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," he jested. They were, after all, packmates, and Blue Willow's position made her rather hard to miss. "Some stories are better for the wait, after all." Besides, today was beautiful. He was sure that there were more constructive things for her to be doing than keeping him entertained with stories. Best save that for a dreary day when there was not much else to be done for it.
