Blacktail Deer Plateau A bit of peace and quiet

She spoke of the trade, and for a moment, Dante was silent. He had thought perhaps to go for it, but had begun to second-guess his ability to follow through on it. He didn't... connect... well with others. True, he had friends here, but at the current moment they numbered about three. Peregrine, Blue Willow, and Lasher. There were others he had met, but simply in passing, no real meaningful association had. "I'm not so sure that counselor is for me," he admitted. He would love to have it, but trades were supposed to reflect the strengths of one's character. And while he was understanding, Dante was not sure how much his actions actually helped in most situations.

"As much as always. The pack is content, so I am content." Aside from Atticus' condition, things were going well for them right now. He'd say that they were thriving, but to do so might jinx it.