Moonspear wine and halo top

Dune nodded in agreement. He had not wanted to hunt that mountain goat with Charon just yesterday, and he did not want to hunt something high up today, either... even if that made him look bad. He would much rather look bad than be dead. Besides, if they did not trust his judgment as a hunter, how could they trust him as a pack mate? Hunting was arguably his strongest skill, but if they could not see that, Dune thought they might not be a great fit for him after all.

He followed Rannoch down the mountain, trying to think of something to say, something to ask. He felt he was stunted when it came to conversation, but he really did wish to improve that skill. "With Moonpear long?" he asked, wondering if Rannoch had been born here or if he had come along later like Dune had.