Blacktail Deer Plateau dust to dust

Dante ducked his head as she thanked him. "Seems the least I can do. It's about all I know, times like these." He hated to see the pack like this, but Peregrine especially. It was so strange to see the Alpha so unlike himself. He could only hope that by providing he could give time for them to come to terms with things and again look to the living. He was not going to rush them... it had always been easier for him to separate, to keep the pain buried and continue on. Some would say it was a blessing, but it had it's own problems. If you didn't fully let yourself feel the pain, you couldn't really connect either.

It appeared that Blue Willow had heard and understood what he said, for if she didn't look happier, at least she looked a bit more at peace. Her smile was gratefully received and he returned a small one in kind. "The pack will get through this. You and Peregrine have made sure of that. It is strong, a family, and a family that stays together like this can overcome anything." This was perhaps the only thing that Dante was 100% sure of. He couldn't see anything tearing the Plateau apart.