Blacktail Deer Plateau ratatouille

He sounded somewhat dejected, understandable since Dante wasn't exactly being the friendliest at the moment. He wondered how far this stranger had traveled to have been chased by such foreign things as humans. For it was a well known fact that none resided in the Teekon range.

At the moment, Dante wasn't interested in learning anything much about this man. He wanted him out. "Come."

Dante was taciturn as he led the way, not quite sure where his dark mood was coming from. It had been an off few days for him, though. Their successful hunt had helped a bit, but he was still not content. It would pass, in time, for it always did, but still he hated it. It made him even more antisocial than usual as well in an effort to avoid spreading the ill effects to his packmates.