Blacktail Deer Plateau PACKTIVITY — Then the quiet explosion

Dante listened to Peregrine's last words, taking them to heart. He would not say anything now, for he did not want to keep the hunters, but after he would surely call the dark Alpha for a brief chat. He felt the need for some clarification to set his mind at ease, for currently the turmoil that lay within was a tad uncomfortable. It wasn't worry so much as a slight unease at the precarious tension he felt surrounding him.

At least it would soon be forgotten in the thrill of the hunt. Dante eagerly stood, ready to follow behind and take his place among the hunters. As he walked, he made his way over near where Lasher was. He had hunted with the male before and gave him a friendly nod, eager to participate in a larger group. This was what it truly meant to be a pack wolf.

As they prepared he also took note of new faces, those he had not yet had the chance to meet. In the coming days he would have to seek some of them out... a few of the older members as well. Dante felt as though he had merely scratched the surface when it came to making friends here. If he was going to be a part of it here then he wished to at least know if not make friends with everyone else who made it their home.