Blacktail Deer Plateau clothes from the dryer

He truly hoped that she won over the pack. It would mean that she was doing her job right and doing it well, two things that Dante highly wished for her sake as well as their own. As he had thought when Osprey Jr disappeared though, Blacktail Deer Plateau was a strong pack. He doubted she could do too much to harm them.

It seemed they were moving on from the heavier topics, a change that Dante accepted. There wasn't much more to be said. "Only a few moons. Not nearly as long as some, but longer than others. Feels like a lifetime though." He couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he had made a different decision. His heart was firmly planted here now.

He didn't need to ask her, for he knew her answer. However, he was curious about something else. "Was the Creek your first pack? Or did you come from outside these lands?" It didn't seem like many he met originated here. It was sort of a melting pot, a place they all washed up and decided to remain.