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Silently admitting defeat, Dune turned around to see that the grey wolf had vanished. In some sense, he was glad that the stranger had not been able to find the source of the smell either (as far as Dune could tell). A heavy longing sigh escaped him as he peered up at the great mountain Moonspear once more, thoughts lingering on the girl he had met the other day here. But this was not his pack, and he would not be so foolish as to risk his own life. After one final longing glance, he set his sights on something—anything—to distract him from the flowery scent drifting down from the mountain.