Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

Weather: 13°F, mostly cloudy. Snow (1-2 in.) starting this afternoon. Hat-tip to Stevie for the title, lol.

Up until now, Dune had only come across unclaimed lands. Here, though, he stopped. The thick scent of wolves was ahead of him, and he knew going any further would be a sure way to get himself into imminent danger. So here he stood on the edge of a pack he knew nothing about. It wasn't snowing right this moment, but the wolf knew it would start back up soon enough.

He pondered whether or not this pack was seeking new recruits, and he pondered further whether or not it would suit him. If it didn't, what was the worst that would happen? He could leave, couldn't he? Dune, not wishing to assume that he would magically be found by somebody, let out a long, low howl. It was the same howl he had heard as a child many times. The howl was that of a lonely soul seeking community.