Moonspear i wanna lie awake with your black soul

Dune shrugged. Honestly, it had done nothing but test him and make him the object of a whole lot of sideways glances. "Not sure," he replied, furrowing his brow in thought. "Big growling birds, then gift." Beyond that, Dune was clueless. And sure it was a little out of place, and sure he did think that he'd been chosen for something, but for some reason he hadn't expected everybody to act so weird about it. Maybe he wasn't taking it seriously enough.

Thinking it might be better to move on to something more... productive, Dune asked, "Mark?" indicating the borders with his muzzle. That had been his main objective, after all, and he had hoped to get the gift off of his mind for at least a little while. He just wished that somebody would ignore it for once. But maybe that was part of the test. Maybe this was meant to help integrate him into the pack.