take apart the counting and the flock it has bred

Ah, yes. He remembered having mistaken Mordecai for a pack wolf when first they met. It must have been the same group. Jinx's, if he wasn't mistaken. It seemed Mordecai had risen over the queen, a happening that Dante had not heard about. Unsurprising, considering how far apart the two were and how little Dante strayed.

Dante shook his head. "Funny how things work out, eh? Last we met we were just a couple of loners wondering whether to put down roots. Now here we are heading our own lands. I guess you could say my pack is my own as well." Dante did not ask Mordecai how he had come to lead, for from what he could tell the shift was rarely a pleasant thing to recall. The truly funny thing was he had spoken with the French woman, the one with the beautiful voice, and had actually been on his way to meet Jinx and the Silvertip wolves when he ran into Peregrine. They could have joined the same group. Fate was a crazy ride at times.