Blacktail Deer Plateau A bit of peace and quiet

Dante laughed as she called him out. "I'm sorry, I suppose that his rather hypocritical of me. Thank you, though. It means a lot to hear that from you." To Dante, Blue was the essence of understanding and character. Many of the qualities he sought to have she exemplified well and his respect for her knew few bounds. To hear her say that he was a help meant a lot to him and he took the words to heart.

He nodded. He had been working as hard as he could on the caches, but with rotten luck there was only so much he could do. He would continue to hunt as often as possible, though, in an attempt to fill them as much as possible before winter struck. He too was worried about their stores. "If you show me some common, useful herbs, I could keep an eye out for them while I hunt and patrol." He wouldn't have a clue what to look for currently.

He did not even think as to her own situation, for he would not have guessed that she desired to have pups of her own. Not that it was odd for her to, Dante just tended to assume everyone went through life like he did, with little thought to family or lineage, unless he learned otherwise.