Dante woke to the sound of his lively cabin member Cal, but he wasn't being sporadic he was just getting up. Dante yawned and sat up and used his hand to unscruff his hair. Getting out of the bed Dante stretched his wounded arm, and grimaced a bit. It didn't hurt as bad, but it was still in pretty bad shape. Gathering his thoughts he left the cabin as did many of his other cabin members, at the sound of a horn or the smell of food being the cause. Walking out in to the yard he looked up at the sun, and heard the petter patter of foot steps. Looking around the Satyr were looking as if they were busy. Though he paid no mind to it.<br/><br/>Walking to the pavilion as the smell of the breakfast drew to his nose. Entering the big house he looked around for a familiar face, but did not see Flora. He would be sitting with her if he saw her. Instead he sat down by Cal with actual options to sit elsewhere, but the fact that he knew him more than he did anyone else at the moment. Taking a seat beside Cal Dante looked at the feast before as his stomach growled. He didn't even bother to make conversation with Cal and began to dig in. Grabbing a couple pancakes, waffles, some sausage, eggs, and bacon. "Well this camps got one thing going for it." He smirked nudging Cal, and then began to eat.<br/><br/>More and more kids piled in, and the tables were filling by the numbers. He looked around and seen that he looked a bit older than most of kids, was that normal? He felt kind of out of place.