[center][h1][color=FFEC3C]Dune[/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center]

[sup][url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-MT9Y72ChDpUrg_BDiDsC4IjXWtqYAXix3VM1yoVsf8/edit]The Old Tongue[/url][/sup]
      Despite his blurred vision, Dune could see clearly as soon as he broke eye contact with the Hindwalker he'd been gaining on, with the man they called Zhar'Ryk came between him and her. The world slowly came into view, and Dune felt like he had control of himself once again. Zhar'Ryk's cries had been heard by the wolf, but not heeded until this moment.

      "[color=FFEC3C]D-Dune li waojk. Dune li yaim. Dune oa.[/color]"

      He turned his gaze to the ground - a sign of defeat amongst wolves - and sat down. But he slowly began to realise, all his memories were coming back, and they were slowly overwhelming him. His Pack, his family, his friends... they were all smiling down at him. But they were gone. All of them. And it was his fault.

      It was then Dune realised he had laid down, and he was going to sleep...