Dante briskly walked up to Nathan and quickly nodded his head in respect. Dante had sweat on his brow and a shotgun in his hands. Taking a position opposite Nathan next to the door he then started tapping his finger on the trigger guard. "twelve gauge slugs made of silver just in case" he said quickly to Nathan. He had an ominous feeling and he didn't know whether it was due to the meeting or something else. He quickly did an inventory of what was on him in case he had to fight he had his shotgun with about 15 extra shells, a silver dagger strapped to his back under his jacket, and a small knife hidden inside his boot. The shotgun was the most logical choice to him and it had the added benefit of him having handled one before. Dante said nervously to Nathaniel "I've got a bad feeling about this" then stopped tapping his finger and exhaled. Noticing he didn't see any weapons on Nathaniel he pulled out his dagger and tossed it over to him saying "that might come in handy".

Dante hadn't seen Nathan like this before the man was usually cool and collected and it was making him even more nervous himself. His throat was burning with thirst and he started coughing every once in a while. Speaking quietly to himself "damn I need to feed again so soon......". Dante hated feeding he was only recently turned himself and it bothered him greatly. The only thing that calmed him was the simple fact the wolves seemed almost as nervous as them.