Moonspear Are there mountains that surround us?

At least Gannet was cooperating. Dune continued to clean, licking blood and dirt away from the white coat of his pack mate. Much to his surprise (although it really should not have astounded him in the least), Gannet returned the favor, cleaning away some mess that had gotten onto Dune's coat. It was, perhaps, the first sign of affection anybody had shown him since he had arrived upon the mountain. Maybe life here wouldn't be so bad after all. Little did he know things were about to get shook in a big way.

Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Dune cast a concerned glance to Gannet's injured leg. He had been limping on it when they had met, and Dune had a pretty good feeling it had something to do with his most recent injuries. "Walk?" he asked, thinking it might be better to get up and moving than just sit here. Dune wanted to make sure that Gannet would at least be a little bit mobile.