Blacktail Deer Plateau else our kind shall rule no more

Dante was oblivious to the dark-toned Beta's approach until a gentle touch to the shoulder alerted him. It took a moment for his thoughts to catch up to Lasher's words, but after a pause, he smiled. "Mmm, indeed. It is good, for a time I was worried." For a while it had seemed things would never settle down. He was curious as to whether others were as content as he in times of peace; some might find such monotony boring. He wondered if perhaps this was the reason so many came and went.

Turning from his vantage, he focused his attention on Lasher then, wondering why the Beta had sought him out. Conversation, or simply to catch up? It had been a while since the two had spoken, and Dante had noticed his frequent trips outside the lands. Had he perhaps grown restless with the calm? Completely oblivious to the other's reservations, he queried, "Is all well?"