Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

Dune thought it was a great place to sleep. At least, it had been before Smokestep woke him up and continued to yammer and ask every question under the sun. Dune grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, knowing that—with a wolf such as Smokestep—there was not going to be any changing his mind on the matter. All he wanted was to go back to sleep, but apparently, that was not going to happen anytime soon. Still, Dune could try.

"No. Sleep here," he said, stressing that he had no intention of going anywhere tonight. Dune would not be going to the coast. He had, of course, seen it, but he had misunderstood the question, thinking that Smokestep had wanted him to get up and follow immediately. With that, Dune warily let his front half fall to the ground, then his back half, finally resting in a sphinx position. It was a bit risky to do with somebody he barely knew, but he felt he was more at risk for being talked to death than anything.