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The gray wolf asked another question about what the smell was. Dune's ear flicked back, but he didn't really hear what was said. He was too intent on finding the source of the smell, and no amount of talking or questioning was going to stop him from his one-track mind. Perhaps it should have occurred to him that the other wolf might try and steal the prize at the end of the scent rainbow, but Dune was a little too dense for that. Instead, he continued on his way, essentially ignoring the other wolf in pursuit of his quest.

The smell dissipated for a moment, and Dune paused, sniffing at the air intently. Another breeze brought the smell back to him, though, and he headed directly north toward Moonspear. The white wolf picked up the pace, going from a power walk to a steady jog to a slow canter.