Blacktail Deer Plateau rattlin' bones

Dante listened quietly, quite the opposite of disapproving - he understood. His time as a loner had been, well, lonely, but it had also been liberating. There was a good deal of freedom in knowing that the only opinions, and the only responsibilities, that mattered were your own.

"Well I'm glad something brought you back." He looked at her, "though I disagree about that. You look lovely." She was at an age where such thoughts and self-awareness weren't uncommon. However he didn't see what she saw. Honestly Dante wasn't one to dwell on looks, an indivual's personality almost always overwhelming their physical impression on him. And Junior's personality was such that he could never term her just a 'bag of bones'.

"Wandering seems it would be more fun when you have a home to return to," Dante added thoughtfully. He wondered if she was back for good or if she would again decide to pick up and head out. He wasn't going to ask, since he was just happy she was home, but he would likely keep an eye on her in the future.