Moonspear now it's hard to breathe

Yay self-conscious Dune.

Dune nodded enthusiastically, and his tail whirred behind him. He sensed that there was something else on Charon's mind, but Dune was not about to inquire as to what it was. Charon had already seemed not quite at ease with the way he spoke, so Dune thought it best to speak as little as possible. He did intend on becoming better at spoken word, but it had never been encouraged in the north. They spoke with their bodies and movements there. Here, however, Dune knew he would need to immerse himself if he ever wanted to communicate effectively with the rest of the pack.

For now, though, Dune would have to make do with what he had. Earlier that day, he had spotted a single goat lingering on a ledge of the mountain, and he wondered if he could further prove himself a good hunter if he convinced Charon to come help him with the horned beast. With this in mind, he formed his words as carefully as possible, mindful of how he spoke. "Goat on mountain," he said, hoping that would get the point across. "Hunt together?"