Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

Something quite *primal* flickered in Dune's chest as the black wolf flitted about him in such a manner. He sniffed right back, finding himself instinctually drawn to her in ways that he had not encountered before. She nipped at him, and Dune pulled away quickly, but he did not move from his spot. Instead, there was a fire even in his icy blue eyes when he craned his neck out to sniff her ear, nosing it with delicacy.

What either of them hoped to accomplish here was a mystery to him. Dune was not entirely ignorant of what males and females did together. He had left his birthplace to make room for his parents' next generation, after all. On the other hand, he had never really been in the thick of the situation.