Blacktail Deer Plateau On the borders

"Sounds like quite the picture". Dante couldn't imagine, having never met Jinx. His next question caught Dante a bit off guard, causing him to pause before answering. He'd been doing the scouting, trying to gather as much information as he could about each without entering their lands, but did he really even know what he was looking for? It wasn't like there was a checklist he had stored away. But he really didn't have a good idea.

"Suppose if I knew the answer to that, I might have found it by now." Dante responded, thoughtful. "I guess it's something that I have yet to come across. I mostly know what I'm not looking for." Not home, he added silently, though he wondered that he still referred to it as such. He had been a pup when he left... the whole wide world was more his home than those packlands.

"I'd enjoy hearing more about here from the source, though. Can't pass up an offer like that." Dante sat, prepared to listen to what he had to say. It was good to hear that they didn't need to glaze of the facts... he hated dishonesty, even for such a reason as recruiting. Some could be really two-faced about the whole thing. He wondered at that, though... how packs like that could survive without strong leadership. Then again, he wondered how all these packs around here survived without tearing one another apart. He took that to be sign number one that these lands were definitely not like his birth pack.