Moonspear go out fighting

As a call rose up for a hunt, Dirge had been sifting through the fog along the gentle slope of the mountain. The winding forest there almost seemed enchanting with the trees still speckled in coats of frost and snow, and the illusion that it was unfamiliar only lingered so long. His interest was already piqued, so venturing on to find out what the hunt entailed went hand in hand well.

When he happened upon the scene, Charon was already, at least apparently, tasting the collar that remained fastened to Dune's neck. A wary sense came over Dirge as he curtailed distance, though it was mild bemusement and confusion that worked its way into his expression. It would seem there was never a dull moment in the company of others.

"Hope it tastes better than it looks," he commented. Whatever it was, anyway; the jury still seemed to be out on that one. Though he did wonder if Dune still thought it a gift...