Or a candle dancing on the breeze

Dante didn't refute her words, though he did feel as though there was more to her than that. He sensed she wasn't looking for validation and he knew he wouldn't be able to put it into words. Beneath her fun, and yes perhaps childish, exterior he felt lay a deep caring, a desire to spread a sense of happiness and fun to others. It definitely rubbed off on him when he was around her. He had not known her long, and yet already she was seeing another side to her. Introspection didn't really fit well in the image she thought she displayed, not of this sort at least.

The news of Saena troubled him, and to have two of his packmates at odds with one another was hardly a good thing. The part of him that wished to stay out of others' business and arguments warred with the part that knew it was his responsibility to keep things running smoothly. This job description included interpersonal relations.

"I don't think Saena's thoughts are on fairness right now. She's had a lot of change to deal with, and still some growing up to do. Still, I agree. It is too harsh." She had come a long ways, true, but he could see how hard she fought to prove herself and how harshly she judged those around her. It was natural, that some would be more agressive, but without temperance she would fall to the same problems that Junior had. A leader wasn't only the most dominant. They needed understanding as well or none would agree to follow them. He had little doubts age and experience would teach these lessons. He was sure he'd been much the same when young, possibly even worse.

"I can talk to her if you wish," he offered, compromising. If she did not want him to get involved, he would stay out of it until it began to affect the pack's welfare.

"For me, it is less that people see something I am not, and more that they do not see all. Though they do not see anything bad, I feel they don't see anything particularly good either. I guess I just don't see myself as making much of an impression at all. I don't mind that much." He finished affably, with a shrug. Honestly he wasn't even sure there was more to him than what he showed. How could he expect others to see it if he couldn't? But he did feel it, so that had to count for something.

"I wonder if there's anyone out there who doesn't feel like that," he added. He seriously doubted it.