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The other's body language told all, and Dune relaxed. He was still on edge, but his lip had smoothed out, and his hackles had done the same. The muscles beneath his stark white coat remained tense, but other than that, Dune was no longer convinced the other wolf was out to get him. In fact, it seemed the stranger was just as scared as him, so Dune supposed his instincts had done the right thing in the end: put off anybody from trying to harm him while he slept.

The other spoke, though considering Dune did not have a great grasp on language (let alone language with the added challenge of an accent and other lingo), he only assumed that the other had greeted him as his first word, and the from the other words he deduced some irrelevant comment. Dune allowed himself to relax a bit further, and he shook the snow from his coat that had collected there as he'd slept. His tail hung loosely between his hocks, and he looked at the other wolf expectantly.