Blacktail Deer Plateau When we were kings

A soft grunt in the direction if his sights did indeed clue him in to the fact that someone was there. They had not made themselves known yet, though, and Dante scented no threat amongst the familiar plateau scent. Not one to intrude on his packmates' space unless absolutely necessary, he therefore held back, simply looking for a moment.

Finally he turned. "If you wanna keep hidden that's fine. But you know I don't bite right? Least not usually." He shook his head, bemused. Perhaps they were playing with him? Or maybe they were hiding from another? He couldn't think of why any in the pack would wish to stay hidden from him, but then, there were a couple he did not know well.