Hushed Willows Would I run off the world someday?

Dante took it upon himself to greet the other faeries in hushed tones as he followed their queen deeper into the cave, his eyes flicking about with curiosity. Though he wasn't familiar with what was to come next, he found solace in the fact that the packmates surrounding him were experiencing ritual for the first time as well. Should (gods forbid) he make a fool of himself, at least it'd be alongside souls he knew he could trust. 

He hung on each of the queen's words with utmost attention, eyes lighting up as he watched Lumiya plunge gracefully into the pool. The young man took his own steps quickly after her and had submerged himself as much possibly only moments later, ducking his head under the water for a prolonged period of time before coming up with a quiet gasp. Gods he'd missed swimming. Shaking the fur on his face out lightly, Dante blinked the water out of his eyes before he found himself wading near Lumiya. He offered the wisp a gentle smile before beginning to groom himself carefully, moving to do the same for his partner should she allow it.