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She chased after him, circling around and cutting him off. Dune halted, blinking at this new development. He had not expected her to come running after him, and for a split second he wondered if she meant to do him harm. Her tone, though, along with her body language, implied anything but harm. In fact, he did not see why she was following him at all, if it was not to challenge him to some feat of strength.

"What?" he asked in his usual single-word way. He did not know what she wanted, nor did he know what she expected of him. He stood staring befuddled at her, brow crunched as his simple mind attempted to make sense of the situation.