Firefly Ravine We'll never let you go

If Dante could rely on one thing in this world, it was his long set of legs. They had carried him from familiarity to unfamilarity to new beginnings, and now they had carried him here, to a new source of excitement and adventure. Though he had not yet completely settled into Lumiya's court, he had made himself quite at home there, and had reached a point (finally) where he felt comfortable leaving to scout areas outside of their territory. Surely if he were to make his home in Hushed Willows, he should familiarize himself with the land that surrounded it.

It was through that train of thought that Dante had found himself beside the ravine. Found himself beside water. Perhaps his legs had carried him to somewhere more familiar than he might have thought. The boy's eyes flickered about as he padded slowly along the sloping ledge, a pace away to account for any possible clumsiness that might cause him disaster. His ears buzzed with the full sound of the terriotry, life bursting from every direction- the yearling could hear the buzz of insects thrumming quietly in his ears accompanied by the overlapping drones of neabry frogs, all tied together by the rush of the water below. It was breathtaking. 

It was only when he raised his snout from where it had been pressed along the ground, sniffing for traces of wolves and other creatures that he detected a stranger's scent- a slightly familiar stranger's scent. Dante lifted his head, his short, silken fur ruffling in the slight breeze that wafted the scent further to him. His ears swiveled slightly, trying to figure out exactly where the unfamiliar-familiar scent was coming from. 'Lo? S'anyone there? His gentle voice rang out for a moment as he awaited an answering call, eyes blinking curiously.