Blacktail Deer Plateau scientists would raise it high

Dante's eyes widened as Lasher iterated his tale, a bit taken aback. Apparently he had missed quite a bit in the past short while. He wasn't angry that Lasher hadn't told him, per say, though he wished he had been a higher priority. He wanted all those in the plateau to know that they could come to him with such things, but in the heat of the moment, if it hadn't crossed Lasher's mind to verify that Finley was welcome that was fine. Blue's word was just as good as Dante's in that. What upset him a bit more was that Lasher had gone to the Caldera first without consulting him.

"I could have sent another," Dante said quietly, watching Lasher carefully. He guessed that this was why Lasher was upset... His departure had not been so long ago that wounds had healed, and this seemed more than concern for Finley. There was more sorrow and less agitation. Why Lasher had felt the need to go himself was beyond Dante, but he would allow Lasher to explain if he so chose.