Blacktail Deer Plateau wild country

Dante was wandering the territory, as per usual nowadays. For some the days make take a boring sort of pall, but he was glad for the routine. It made him feel like he was home here, being able to even have a routine. As a loner, such things were impossible.

Today he was heading towards the edge once more. He enjoyed looking out and mapping the Teekon as much as he could within his mind. True, he rarely ventured; he wasn't made for the life of an outrider. That didn't mean he was content to be ignorant, though, so he did go out occasionally.

Not bothering with stealth, the large wolf pushed his way through the brush, twigs getting caught up in his silver coat in the process. As he appeared before Junior he probably looked quite a sight. He was rather surprised to see the young warrior appear before him. It had been some time since the two had spoken.

"Hello, young gladiator!" Dante could no longer refer to her as little. He smiled as he took note of the fresh scratches on her head, concern not rising since they appeared well tended. "I see you have been getting some practice in. What sort of creature did that?"