Bramblepoint who's this stupid clown

Dune nodded. Those were the typical terms for joining a pack, and it would not be the first nor last offer he had received. All packs, sans a few whacky ones out there, wanted hunters and protectors. Dune felt he was a decent specimen for both of those things, but he also didn't know anything about this pack of theirs. He had plenty of time to decide, and he was in no immediate rush to run into the arms (legs?) of a pack he knew very little about.

"Will think," he replied. In the end, a series of run-ins with the Moonpear wolves would have him joining their pack, but that's something nobody knows in this thread, so I'm trying to weasel Dune out of here without being too hawkward.