Moonspear made for ending [bwp]

Weather: -9°F, overcast.

The heavy snow the night before had kept Dune near the foot of the mountain. Traveling up in that kind of weather was not his idea of fun, and he still wasn't quite ready to come into contact with Dirge again. At least Wraen had not seemed too worried about the new thing around his neck. He smiled gently at the thought of her. As much as he was worried about what the others might think about his blessing, Dune was a social guy, and eventually, he grew restless as night fell over the Teekon Wilds.

He could not see the moon right now, due to the cloud cover, but Dune knew it was almost always there (save for one or two nights out of its cycle, when it seemed only to be a shadow against the night sky). Dune did not know exactly where in the sky it was, but he lifted his chin and howled at the clouds anyway, hoping his voice would penetrate the obstruction enough so that the moon could hear him. Perhaps it was the moon that had granted him this gift. And perhaps him joining Moonspear had something to do with all of it, too.