Kintla Flatlands a tender history in rust

Sorry! things have been crazy. Going back to visit my parents this weekend so feel free to skip me, Dante would just wanna say bye!

Dante had heard Peregrine's call with some unhappiness... it seemed his spitfire daughter was moving on sooner than expected. He knew that the popular opinion was that she should not be, but honestly, Dante did not think she was too young to make her own decisions, and he was glad that Peregrine was not trying to stop her. Speaking with her, it seemed that her excursion to Stavanger Bay had made her grow up, and he could relate. After all, he had been four months older when he left his home pack. True, that was quite a bit of time, but he had been leaving without any pack to support him. Junior would have a new family that he himself had not had the luxury of. She would be fine.

He only wished he knew more about this new pack that was forming. He hoped that she was not jumping in too soon, for pack was family, and it was not a decision to be made lightly. He would just have to trust her.

When he heard her howl on the wind, he couldn't help but follow it. He wasn't about to let her leave without a final goodbye. They hadn't had much interaction, but from the little they did, he counted her a friend.

When he arrived, she was already talking with her siblings. He hung back, knowing that they were priority here. To leave one's littermates was never an easy thing. He still sometimes held regrets for that.