Otter Creek Uncloudy day

Ah, so a social visit. Just as well, Dante was not having much luck in his current endeavors anyway. "I like to think so. Outside of borders that is. Though I may be a bit biased in that opinion, being that I am one." He smiled back easily, assuming that she meant nothing by the comment. Her expression did not tell of disdain or judgement, and even if it had, he couldn't be bothered by how others saw their pack. So long as they didn't enter Plateau lands, they could think as they chose.

Finally her steps closer had allowed Dante to get a small read on her scent, and he recognized it as the same one Fox had worn when she first approached the Plateau, all those months ago. "Are all creek wolves so curious?" He asked in response, quirking a brow in a somewhat teasing manner.