Moonspear cool for cats

Dune greeted him with nothing but friendly openness and a query about his leg, both of which were more than ok with Gannet (he was getting rather used to the latter; it seemed to be the only conversation he had these days). "A little," he said, hopping a bit experimentally as he did so. The leg held his weight well now, though he still did not sprint. As their lead female had so aptly put it, balance was key now.

"Have you hunted?" He asked, pointing to the upper reaches. There was a tinge of longing to his tone as he did; ever since his conversation with Amekaze, he'd been eager to test the mountain's reaches. He wondered if Dune had and if so, how it had gone.