Moonspear now it's hard to breathe

Charon wordlessly agreed, taking a queue from Dune to use fewer words rather than many. This, of course, was much easier on Dune, and he was glad that his leader seemed to be picking up on it. Perhaps both of them had some work to do in order to truly understand one another. Dune knew this would take time and patience, but he was a patient wolf... at least when it came to understanding others who wished to understand him in turn. Thoughts of comprehension aside, Dune began to make his way up the mountain trail, occasionally glancing back to make sure his leader (now the follower) was still behind him.

When the goat came into view, Dune slowed his pace, glancing back at Charon to signal that he'd located their prey. The goat was digging through the snow, right down to the grass and dirt below. It was also on a rather precarious ledge. Dune knew from recent experience that those ledges were downright terrifying, and he also had a feeling the goat had much better footing than the two wolves hunting it. He paused, wondering if his hunting partner would have any insight or if he would expect Dune to do all the thinking.