Blacktail Deer Plateau Only one place

Dante was standing in the midst of the Plateau's forest, not far from where his new den lay. It was strange to have a permanent sleeping place after so long being out in the open, but not unpleasant. He had finished hollowing out the space, but it's position under the stone ceiling still gave him pause. So he had located a large stone and was currently throwing his shoulder against it, pushing the rock towards his den. He would push it inside and back against the wall that fell closest to the edge of the stone. It would there provide some extra support should the elements shift the ground that held the roof in place, or so he hoped. He had no desire to wake and find it had collapsed.

As he worked he pondered the state of things. They were at their smallest in a long time, Amber and Sylvaine both having disappeared in the wind. Osprey was still gone, his attempts at finding signs of her coming to naught. He needed to stop looking, however, unable to spare the time with their numbers so low now. Nor did he seek the others. His place was within his own borders, and the members they had now were few but a loyal and true bunch. Saena, Finn, Koda, his new mate Kesuk, even Pura... All he felt he could count on. And of course Lasher and Blue, their new family on the way. Most had been here almost as long as he (if not longer).

As he gave the stone another hard shove, he resolved that he would works towards being the kind of alpha they deserved. More sure, less reserved and less distant. Perhaps if he could make himself better, the plateau would follow, and whatever negativity still lingered over their lands would dissipate.