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Dune was not sure why the owl had singled him out and decided to pester him. It disappeared briefly from time to time, presumably to replenish its belly with small game, but it always came back to laugh at him. He was not sure what it was after, and he had no way of asking the damn thing. It wasn't like he could talk to a bird... right? Dune could hardly speak the common tongue of wolves, so he doubted he had a chance with the feathered variety.

A black and gray creature stood out among the snow, and Dune's eyes eventually gazed upon it. He stopped first, hesitant, but he realized there was nothing to fear. This was not one of those strange, sickly wolves that he had encountered, nor was it a canine protecting its territory. This was just your run-of-the-mill wolf like himself. He let out a short, quiet howl meant for the other wolf, interrupted only by the giggling of the ever-present owl.