Moonspear Take us down

Dune to the rescue!

Earlier that day, Dune and Wraen had hunted a fox together. Now, he caught her running full-speed down the mountain, and his heart leaped a second, worried that she might be running from something. After a brief survey of the higher slope, though, he saw nothing. If she had been running from something, the pursuer was far, far behind. He trotted up, waving his tail good-naturedly and spotted the partially decomposed head of... well, he wasn't quite sure.

His head swiveled on his neck, and Dune looked at her with inquisitive eyes. "What it?" he asked, taking a step forward to sniff the thing. It certainly wasn't fresh, whatever it was, and he pushed his nose closer to it. Something about the smell of rotting meat was more appealing that the fresh stuff.