Moonspear go out fighting

Dune had all but forgotten about the thing around his neck. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He thought about it whenever something went well... or poorly. The weight of it, he'd gotten used to, for the most part. Others had been asking fewer questions about it. Apparently, Charon hadn't noticed it until just now. Dune thought this odd, if only because he figured one of the others would have told their leader about his... newly acquired accessory. Before Dune had a chance to answer Charon's question, there were teeth upon him, and Dune winced. The teeth weren't on him, but rather the gift. Still, it was rather unsettling to have another wolf with their teeth so close to his neck.

Dirge appeared next, saying something about how the gift tasted, and Dune looked at him blankly, Charon still nibbling on his neck. Carefully, Dune began to back away, and hopefully, Charon would relent. "Hunt caribou," he said, wishing not to get into the whole other thing right now. The gift would not get in the way of that, hopefully.