Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

She bounded away, and though his nerves were at an all-time high, he went with her, nose to the ground where she was sniffing something out. It was prey, no doubt, and Dune wondered if she was actually inviting him to hunt on her land. Perhaps this was their initiation ritual, and he paused, hesitant. He was not ready to commit to something so soon, especially in such a short amount of time.

He was, of course, assuming many things right now, but Dune was used to that. He lacked the finesse others had in spoken word, and based on his interactions with the dark wolf, she had much the same background (another one of those pesky assumptions). Dune let out a whine, cocking his head to one side, questioning her intent.