He almost felt bad for the terrified little jolteon as she nearly died of fright right there at his feet. Almost. She crumpled under his gaze and for a moment, Dante wondered whether or not it had to do with his apparent new look. Just what did he look like now? He watched the electric fox mumble her way into the ground when the glaceon stepped forward, face defiant and full of an anxiety that spoke volumes. Hackles raised, muscles tensed-- this kid was ready to fight. But the fire hound didn't flinch at the display of defiance; he really wasn't here to fight them himself. That didn't mean, however, that he wouldn't defend himself if the glaceon struck first. Dante merely raised a brow at the icy stranger, the unspoken exchange between them heavy on the air only to be sliced by the jolteon's shaking voice.
"It didn't m-matter what was at the end.." The glaceon seems just as surprised as Dante as they both look to the yellow fox, whose voice grew stronger as she spoke. The fuck was going on with these two? "Just as long as there was something there." She regained her composure, getting to her feet and reclaimed a normal breathing pattern. Dante stared, his confusion only growing with each word she spoke. "We have been out here for gods know how long and its been all but desolate." Her voice teeters on some pain, and she snaps at him, "Is it so wrong to want to know that we aren't the only pair of beings that exist in this.. this.. this godawful place!?"
Dante's mouth opens, but he can't figure out which question to voice. The confusion was still clear on his face, or at least he felt it was, as his icy gaze went from one Eeveelution to the other in a vain attempt to glean an answer from their faces alone. Mouth still open, he shook his head lightly, unsure whether or not he actually wanted the answers he sought. "...Look, I only came down here to make sure you aren't going to fuck anything up. Whatever soul-searching quest you're on is none of my business; I just think it's fucking stupid to follow tracks and be, you know, rocketing around like a pup in unknown territory. As long as you mind yourselves and don't cause trouble, we don't have a problem." Jeez. He looked up to the Arcanine still watching nearby and gave a shrug. Surely even at that distance, he could hear a good amount of the conversation.
Turning back to the strange, strange Eeveelutions, he looked them over again before speaking. "This ain't my turf, but there's a den just past the Arcanine. You'll find a really fluffy Persian-- it's his den. Ask him if you wanna stay--" Something in his peripherals caught his attention, something pink. He turned to look out at the snow dunes, a battered bastard of an espeon and... a... cloudy fluff thing behind it. He let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders sagging a little. "Legends above, how many fucking Eevees are around here?" he groaned, leaving the two to their own devices as he trotted to meet the new Eevee and its... companion.
As he drew near, a strange sense of deja vu fell upon him, weighing him down. He'd seen an espeon like that one... Missing ear, broken gem, scars all over... right? He slowed as he drew nearer, watching them curiously, still confused by the strange heaviness upon him. Well, it IS the end of the world. You've probably seen a lot of fucked up pokemon, Bucko, he soothed to himself, hoping to eradicate the weird tightness in his chest. The other one, the feathery one, he felt like he'd seen one of them too. It sure looked like another Eevee. Fucking Eevees. He could make a bed out of all the Eevees he'd seen today.
"Are you with those guys?" he asked, gesturing to the glaceon and jolteon with his horned head, his tone echoing his confusion and exhaustion still lingering from the encounter not moments ago. "Because I'd rather not have another stranger have a mental breakdown in front of me, if that's at all an option."