Blacktail Deer Plateau Picking wildflowers

Dante saw the grin and shook his head. "Sorry, they didn't want you. Something about your smart mouth." He teased in return, glad to see she must have been feeling somewhat better. "I figured I better come by, see how you were doing." He considered her a packmate while on their territory, so felt it right. Besides, it was hardly a chore. He counted Finley a friend and nothing had changed.

"I hear thrilling tales occurred involving a bear. Why am I not surprised," he said, looking at her with clear amusement. Likely she'd already recieved an interrogation from... Well, everyone.. So he wasn't about to ask why. It just brought back memories of their first encounter. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to pick on something your own size?"