Moonspear Are there mountains that surround us?

Gannet calmed some under Dune's attention, and a part of the panic died off into a sort of numbed paralysis. When he finished, and suggested a walk, it took Gannet a minute to realize he had even spoken.

He nodded hesitantly and shifted to push himself up. He hissed out a light breath as he put weight on his shoulder; it had taken the brunt of the impact, saving his scalp some damage thankfully. It hurt to move, but not unbearably, and likely had a nice fat bruise to swell it up. Walking it off would hurt but didn't seem like the worst idea.

He looked at Dune and his ears fell back tentatively. He didn't ask aloud, but his expression held the question; help? He wasn't sure he wanted to be walking alone so soon after his leg had betrayed him completely.