Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

The accent continued to make it difficult for Dune to understand what the other was saying... even more so than usual, but the last question was clear enough. "Dune," he replied in his typical way, not bothering to expand upon his reply or ask for the other's name. If he wanted to give it, he would. If he didn't, he wouldn't. Dune would not be bothered either way.

He wondered if the other wolf wanted anything more to do with him. Dune was still feeling lethargic, seeing as he had not slept very long before the stranger had awoken him. His eyes were still a bit bleary from the sleep, and he licked his lips, waiting to hear more words from the stranger.