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Wraen. At least it wasn't a terribly difficult name to pronounce, and her question was an easy one for him to answer. "Dune," he replied with a small wag of his tail. Unlike so many other wolves he had run across, for some reason, he felt an urge to stick around this time instead of cutting the conversation short and going his own way. Perhaps the many weeks of being on his own really had started to wear on him.

Spotting a stick nearby, Dune pounced on it, grabbing it with his teeth and shaking it back and forth. If they could not hunt, perhaps they could work on one of the most important skills of all: play. His front half eased down, his elbows touching the ground, while his rump stayed up, bushy tail making little "thwip-thwip!" sounds behind him.