Altar of Twilight street trash

Oblivious to the other wolf's sudden stop and turn of attention, Dune marched on, though he stopped suddenly at Moonspear's borders. He hung there, right on the edge, feeling somewhat mournful that his instincts would not let him go further. Every fiber of Dune's being wanted to lurch into Moonspear's territory and find the source of that lovely, dreamy smell, but he knew doing so would likely cost him his life. So he stood there, whining for a moment before finally breaking into a long, low, mournful howl that could have brought a grown man to tears.