Silverlight Terrace Motivation is such an aggravation

>:)

Dante had meant to ask Osprey if she wanted to see the new place before going to settle, but he first had one more scouting task to achieve and he wanted to do this one himself.  To the north he had discovered the claim of Silvertip, but he had only gone a short distance south.  He did not know if any lay further in, and while the distance was adequate, it was still important information all the same.

He was loping across a low field when the wind carried the first traces to him.  Luckily it blew in his favor today, because what it brought stopped him in his tracks.  Are you kidding?  His lip curled as he recognized Charon, but what surprised him was the mixture of the dark female from the mountains.  Had they moved?  He hadn't realized.

That they were here and shared a claim was now clear, and he stood gazing at the mountains before him for a time.  His opinion of her, high before, now plummeted... As it would for anyone who agreed to lay a claim with that youthful idiot.  He still carried no active animosity towards Charon, even after the loss of his ear.  Anger over words faded and left simply a strong sense of dislike.  But that didn't mean he relished a reunion either, because if the little shit opened his mouth again, who knew what Dante would do.  The rageful outburst had been freeing, but also a surprise even to him.  He wasn't sure he wanted to repeat it, and he definitley knew he did not want to injure himself so close to relocation.

With a narrow gaze he regarded the mountain a moment longer, then turned to go, ears tipped back thoughtfully as he did so.