Moonspear Take us down

Wraen, the sweet friend that she was, came to his aid. He had no way of knowing that she'd at first been flustered about not winning the race. Dune groaned, pushing himself to his feet, testing his weight on each of his four limbs, and shaking the snow that had accumulated on his fur. He blinked once, then nodded. "Yes," he replied, flashing her a sheepish smile, "Okay."

Now that that was settled, he looked around for the skull, but he didn't see it. "Where your toy?" he asked, furrowing his brow and trying to find out where it had gone. Hopefully, they had not lost it. He would have felt awfully bad if that was the case. Dune did not want to be the cause of such a loss.