Blacktail Deer Plateau day drinking

Music in general is awesome <3 only thing I can't do is screaming. But when country's not on, my fallback is normally rock

It was obvious that Dante's initial impression was correct. This male had no idea whatsoever that he had been trespassing and agreed to go without a fight. The tension in Dante's frame released as he relaxed, the fight he had been prepared to bring not necessary, thank goodness. "Come, they are not too far."

As he led the way, he wondered at how preoccupied he must have been to miss the scent markers. Perhaps the boundary was fading? If so he would need to renew it. An honest mistake was one thing but if another pack caught wind that they were slacking on the borders, things could get ugly.

"You have not been here long?" Dante asked conversationally, willing to do so now that he no longer felt threatened by his new acquaintance. He was assuming so by his lack of knowledge of the area. He could be mistaken, though, and perhaps he just did not leave the pack lands often. If Dante himself had not traveled so many of them before settling down on the Plateau he may very well have made the same mistake. Though he had also been overly wary of scent markers.