Blacktail Deer Plateau dust to dust

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The entire Plateau seemed to have ground to a halt... there was a definite aura of shock surrounding everything. The news had hit everyone like a bomb blast and the pack was now full of shell-shocked survivors, empty and void and exhausted. Dante was much like the rest, but wore his pain differently. He hadn't cried yet, not even when the call went up, though the joined voices of Peregrine, Blue Willow, and the rest had near to broken his heart. He couldn't help but think of that pup whom he had sparred with.

Rather than outward, however, he held onto his sorrow internally, wishing that he could have done more and yet knowing it made no difference. She was gone. All he could do now was be there for the rest, trying to help those who had known her so much better than he to cope. He had been hunting nonstop it seemed, making sure that the grieving family would have more than enough to eat. They had other things on their mind right now. Besides, the hunt eased his own troubled thoughts. It brought him back to simpler times, back when the chase and the kill had been all he need worry about. Death was something to be applauded back then, for to die in battle was an honor higher than any one could achieve in life.

Currently he was carrying his success back to the main area, a large hare that he had managed to run down. He almost walked right past Blue without seeing her, her dark pelt blending well in the trees. When he did see her, he paused, not sure if she wanted company right now. Well, she could always tell him to get lost.

"Hey Blue," he said softly, setting the hare down at his feet. He didn't expound any more than that... he'd get the hint if she wanted to be alone.