Dawnlark Plains I left my heart on my sleeve

Dante's restless spirit had been getting the best of him lately. He was an adventurer at heart, eager to learn and experience and discover always, so with the pack still being in its formation process and him having felt the need to stay within the territory because of it, the boy had been getting a bit fidgety. Naturally, when he'd heard the the idea come up, he was immediately curious. The Memory guy, he was intriguing as well- a bit standoffish in Dante's opinion, but intriguing nonetheless. The yearling hadn't engaged with him at all, really, since arriving, but he was more than happy to follow his orders in this hunt- big game had never been Dante's specialty. He quirked a brow at the man's direct words, but otherwise kept his face completely neutral, shooting Lumiya a fond glance once he was sure he wasn't being watched. Stretching his neck and eyeing up Memory inquisitively once more, the young man awaited his orders.