Bramblepoint who's this stupid clown

The one who had not spoken before now did so in a chipper, excited voice, causing Dune to glance at the darker female, questioning. She had seemed standoffish, and Dune had half-expected them to be on their merry way when he had failed to strike up the usual pleasantries he was so bad with. The boy introduced himself as Tegan, then asked about joining the pack. At least these wolves lacked the thick accents of some, which helped Dune to decipher exactly what they were saying.

Did he want to join a pack? Why yes, of course he did. But Dune was not in a hurry to join just any ol' pack, even in the harsh winter. Wherever he landed, Dune wanted to make sure that he would serve the pack well, and that it would do the same for him. He knew that this was extraneous information, so he decided on a simple nod of his head, accompanied by a slight smile. He did not feel obliged to explain each answer as he had seen some others do.