i don't want to live a lie

Dante shook his head as Finn asked if he was an outrider, amused despite the fact that it was indeed a reasonable question. "No, hardly. I'm far too comfortable with home to be leaving that often. I am a Warden. I do like to leave every so often, though. It is good to know the surrounding area even though my trade does not necessarily require it."

"Indeed it was lucky!" He'd hate to think what would happen if an aggressor had stumbled upon him sleeping. Blacktail Deer Plateau was definitely softening him up a bit, at least in that regard. He needed to watch himself. "It is nice to meet you Finn. What about you, are you, or will you be, an Outrider?" The man had the build for it, unlike Dante, and he too was out roaming. From his understanding the Plateau was in need of Outriders, especially since one of their aspiring ones had so recently departed. He knew of a few who might be pursuing the trade, though, for he paid attention to the traces of packmates crossing the borders. Finley was one of them, not that it came as a surprise. Their first meeting had shown him that she wasn't one to stand still for long.