Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

"No, I suppose there is not," came the amused response. Dante might be a heathen, but at least he was not a brute. The two could often be confused but the distinction was rather important. At Lasher's offer of help, the silver male nodded. "I would like that a lot. Hate to say I could use it, I've never been the best at picking out dens." Truth be told, he didn't know the first thing about it. He'd never done it.

The next question took Dante completely by surprise, though not unpleasantly so. He had not seen it coming but was glad to answer. "I do. I pay homage to the gods of my ancestors, Jupiter and his kin. My patron is Apollo, however, and it is his name I use when I seek guidance." It might seem strange to some, one of his stoicism claiming the sun god patron, but the choice was an internal one and he had his reasons. "And you, Lasher? Do you have gods of your own?"