Silver Moraine move it on over

"Hey, you. Need something?" Oh no. Pleasantries. Dune wasn't looking forward to this one bit. He was a fine fighter, a decent hunter, and reasonably intelligent, but his social skills were severely lacking when it came to conversation. He could pick up on signals easily enough, but judging by the way she spoke, she was much more fluent in spoken word that he had ever been (or ever would be, considering his age). Her question was an odd one, since it didn't offer anything. He supposed it could have meant that she intended to give him whatever he asked for, but Dune was smart enough to know that nothing came without a price.

"You offer?" he decided to ask instead, wanting clarification more than anything else right now. This, of course, indicated that he might take her up on some kind of offer... but that wasn't really the case. Dune was interested to hear what she was offering, though. Was it food? A place in whatever pack she belonged to? Some local knowledge that might help him in the future? He waited expectantly for the answer.