Blacktail Deer Plateau When we were kings

No further sound was made, nor did any approach. Once again Dante tasted the air, but no foreign scent pervaded. Apparently whoever for whatever it was had no interest in him, for one reason or another, and he hoped it had little to do with him personally. He hated to think one who dwelled on his lands would fear or feel intimidated by him. That was not the type of rule he wished to hold.

With a small shake of his head he let it go, turning his attention once more to his potential den and to assessing the shelter it would provide in the coming days of cold.