Adelaide minds the poodle warily for a moment- hunting dogs imported from the Anderfels, or so she'd heard- but this particular one seems less interested in trouble and hunting and far more in play. For all due seriousness to drop the instant one puppy takes the typical 'yes play race now' posture and return it in kind?

It twists a faint laugh out of her, even as she sits, trapped by a dozing mabari in her lap. "I am minding them until Dennet can find someone better qualified to match them."

Which should have happened an hour ago, but. "They are from my sister's Kennel. A sign of goodwill and support from her family to the Inquisition."