Emberwood Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord,

Gods Dante loved the rain. It was probably the one thing that could even begin to rival his love for the sea. There was something about the smell of a rain-soaked wood that put him at ease, made the young man feel like he'd been cleansed and renewed. It was sobering, in a way, made him wonderfully self-aware of his existence and all that surrounded him. It made him feel alive. 

That was how Dante felt today, alive. Also, cold. His pelt was thoroughly soaked through, the mousy tones of his pelt turning something darker as he padded underneath the aspens. Emberwood had become something of a haven to him recently; the little mourning dove could often be found resting underneath the shade of the trees during the hotter days of the summer, listening to the vibrant sounds of life that permeated the area. Such was not the case today. Instead, he had come in hopes to hunt, though it quickly became clear that the showers had washed away any chance of him catching a scent trail. His mood was hardly disturbed though, and instead he'd decided to simply wander aimlessly. Tomorrow there'd be work to be done- re-marking the borders, catching up on the hunting he'd not been able to complete, surely something to do with The Saints- but today, he would enjoy the rain in peace. 

It was just as he'd begun to start towards the small clearing that'd he'd claimed as his relaxation spot that a flash of dark fur caught his eye. There, underneath one of the larger conifers that dotted the territory, was a brunette figure, seemingly seeking haven from the rain. The sight brought a smile to the young man's face, and he gave a light chuckle, slowing his steps slightly. He gave a warm chuff to the stranger, his content mood preventing any wariness he may have otherwise shown, attempting to meet their eye before turning his maw up to the sky momentarily. When he glanced back at the other, an eyebrow quirked, he offered another chuckle. S'a bit wet, innit?