Blacktail Deer Plateau some day, the pain will be useful [IC Joining]

Dante was already paying close attention to the conversation, but when familiar tones from a time he thought he'd left behind, his eyes narrowed to a hawk-like focus. A few steps were taken forward, and a part of him wished to turn this man away on principle. Even more so when he heard the titles following the stranger's name . Angelus Mortis. Mors. Dante too had a name that spoke of darkness, but he had renounced it when he left that life behind. This man seemed to hold his with pride.

Dante did not know Latin fluently to speak, nor did he know of the culture of his ancestral home. The Obscurum had only passed on myths, for every pup was taught from birth to hate the lands they hailed from. Those lands had turned them into what they were, and any land that even such a cruel pack as his birth one hated Dante wanted no part of.

His expression was stony, but he bit down the growl that started in his throat. He did react, however, raising his head, fur along his spine bristling some in a rare show of dominance and agression. It was spurred a bit by fear, the thought of his new home being corrupted by the old . He remained silent. This boy's answers better be satisfactory.