With weeping and with wailing, accursed spirit, do thou remain

Though Dante hated to admit it, he was so glad to have Elliot out of his hair for awhile. Of course he had greatly enjoyed his time alone with his son, he was simply not ready to be so fully responsible for the well-being of such a vulnerable creature. ”Well then what exactly are you doing running a herd?” Dante simply rolled his dark eyes at his Axian’s thought. Divina knew well that it had not been his desire to lead a herd when he had arrived in Avenion. In fact, had it not been for the red wolf that trotted happily at his side, Dante would have likely lived the rest of his life in a brooding, depressed state. A state that was hardly living at all.

The she-wolf had coaxed her partner into leaving the shelter of the tree that had been made their home in their time at Limbo. Adeline had returned, and for that my dynamic duo was incredibly thrilled. But they both knew they needed some time away to retain their sanity. And so, Divina had talked Dante into going for a stroll.

Addie hadn’t minded of course, and so the mahogany beast had little choice but to go. And he knew that this would not simply be a leisurely stroll across Avenion. With Divina, there was always a motive… and the Belgian Warmblood stallion had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with gaining more members for their budding herd.

And he had not been wrong.

They had just come over the crest of a small rise in the land when his eyes caught sight of the object of Divina’s attention. His nostrils flared as a sudden change in the breeze brought her light scent his way. He drank it in greedily as he watched her ashen form take shape. However, before he could see her in sharp focus another scent caught his attention, one that had Divina growing concerned as well.

Blood.

He hurried his pace, and whickered a low rumbling greeting to the girl… trying to keep the concern from his face. He stopped a companionable distance away as she gets to her feet. He can’t help but notice the dark patch on the earth before her, the redness on her lips.

”I hope I am not interrupting anything. I am Dante, and this…” a flick of his tail towards the canine beside him, ”is my darling Divina.” A friendly smile is planted firmly on his face, though the question in his eyes and on his lips still lingered.

Curiosity killed the cat. But luckily Divina was no feline. And so Dante choked the question back and waited for her reply.