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Lasher wasn't the only one avoiding their alpha, though Dante's withdrawal wasn't exactly purposeful. He just hadn't gotten around to speaking to him much since their last encounter and his subsequent rise in the ranks. True, the situation was tense, but that was mostly his own doing. He couldn't say he was sorry, though, to put a possible repeat off a bit.

Currently the black and silver wolf was idly wandering, thoughts split between winters approach and his current state of being within the pack. While the former was formidable, it was the latter that weighed most heavily now. True, there were few now that he did not know (and he intended to correct this), but the aspiring counselor wondered if he had in fact made himself available enough in that capacity. Did his pack mates agree with his rise and feel comfortable enough with him to entrust him with the dominance? Or, as had occurred with Fox, did they resent him for it? After all, though he had been here longer, he was the type of wolf who kept his thoughts close and mostly to himself.

It was by pure chance that he encountered Lasher then, for the other male's reaction had been one of the ones he most feared. He was Peregrine's lover and might feel the position should have been his. And Dante would not fault him for that.

Lasher seemed preoccupied, so Dante was loathe to interrupt his thoughts, but he did not wish to walk by rudely without a greeting either. "Lasher, good morning," he said, voice warm but a tidge wary. He wasn't sure the reaction he would get, though he thought he knew the man to be a friendly and unassuming sort, he did not want to chance it.