Blacktail Deer Plateau I'll fight the world like ten thousand soldiers

I know we already have a thread going but this guy looked lonely and I love Blue! hehe

Dante was ambling about aimlessly, without a real goal in mind. He had been contemplating leaving the plateau for a tad and hitting the mountains, seeing what he could find, but hadn't quite worked up the motivation to do so. He was a homebody, and leaving the borders just didn't appeal at the moment. Yet sitting around all day did not appeal either, hence the aimless wandering.

Eyes lighting on a figure standing on the crest of a hill, Dante approached eagerly, ready for some sort of productive activity that didn't involve leaving. As he approached, he could see that it was Blue Willow, the sun's dying reflections lying beautifully on her form. She really was a gorgeous wolf, and he felt a pang. She and Atticus had made a fine pair, and the Beta's plight resonated with Dante. To be there, and yet not... there were few fates worse. If it were he, he would almost prefer death to the half-life that Atticus was living right now. Hopefully he would recover.

He watched as she lifted her muzzle with the moon's rise, sounding a heartbreaking call, and stopped, closing his eyes as a shiver went down his spine. For a moment he thought to simply walk away, for to approach her now almost felt an intrusion. But sometimes the best way to treat heartbreak and to stay strong in times of strife was to keep in touch with those around you and draw strength from them. So he continued on. "You know, where I come from, the moon is the goddess of the hunt. She is also the goddess whom most women pray to, for she protects them as well as the babes they carry." He looked up at the heavenly body, it's silver light setting his eyes alight with a ghostly glow. Perhaps the goddess would hear Blue's suffering and help. She had been Dante's sister's patron, just as Dante's own was Apollo, her twin of the sun. Tarin had always been a devout believer in the power of the gods, and while Dante wasn't quite so blind with faith, he did believe there was something to it.