Moonspear Are there mountains that surround us?

Even as he asked, Dune already seemed to have moved into position, a surefire sign that he hadn't even needed to. A rush of affection welled up in him, and had he the capacity, he might have cried at the gesture. Dune didn't care a whit about anything other than that they were pack, and because that was the case, he was here to help. No owed debt, no complicated ties. Just pure pack instinct. In a moment, Dune could find himself counted among Gannet's inner circle in his eyes.

Leaning on him gratefully, Gannet's demeanor shifted a bit, his ears and tail both lifting with a bit of their old verve. He wasn't to normal, per say, but he was present, and the smile he gave Dune in thanks was genuine.