Blacktail Deer Plateau day drinking

Apparently Dante, like his player, doesn't know east from west. whoops, ehehe

Dante walked alongside the male, listening to the words he spoke amicably. Ah, so he came from the mountains. This was strange to Dante, for if he remembered correctly, he had run into another wolf bearing the same pack scent, but that had been to the south, near the hot springs. Perhaps this man was traveling up there for a reason, though. In any event, it didn't matter to the Gamma so long as his purpose didn't lie within their borders. Their territory was nice with it's cliff faces, intruders had little choice of how to get in.

As they reached the border, Dante took a scent... the markers had indeed faded. On the return trip he would renew them. "Here we are," he said, looking down the line of trees that marked the edge of their territory. If you knew what to look for, their definition was pretty easy to see. The mountain started where the plateau ended.

"I'd keep a sharp nose out, though. Not all packs will be quite so friendly, even of an accidental entrance." He knew some even liked to keep intruders there as sort of captives, though why any pack would want unwilling members was beyond him. A pack was a family, not an army. Better to chase them out and be done with it. Dante doubted, though, that even Peregrine would have given him quite the benefit of the doubt. And perhaps Dante shouldn't. But a mistake was a mistake.