puppy post (man, i love being able to write that unironically)

[lionheartedman]

WHO: Puppy and all of Skyhold
WHAT: surveying his domain and looking for new friends
WHEN: Cullen's been back at Skyhold since the second week of August, so Puppy has also been back
WHERE: anywhere he can get to, and that's almost everywhere

Puppy is growing, both in size and in personality. Adelaide warned about the size he'd reach, but Cullen is still a little amazed at how quickly he's coming into it. He's never seen a mabari grow up from a puppy before. Pretty soon, his temporary-turned-de-facto-permanent name is going to be rather ridiculous. That is not a concern for today, though. No, the concern for today is that he's wandered away from Cullen. Again. Something about you has caught his attention, and while it's very easy to become the subject of his focus, it's almost impossible to shake him.

[[OOC: If you don't want Cullen to come looking for Puppy, just say so, and you can have your whole thread with the cuter half of the pair.]]

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[lionheartedman]

Puppy tore into action, getting exactly one step before his eyes, scanning the air and attempting to trace the arc of the item that had supposedly been thrown, found nothing. He turned quickly and lunged back to his starting position. He basically turned in a tight circle incredibly quickly. He stared at Varric's hand, shifted to the side trying for a glimpse of the tool that he believed might still be in that hand. He could fetch. He was the best at fetch. Only if the person played it right, though. Did Varric need to be shown how?

[hugeinorlais]

"Oh, you are smart, aren't you?" Varric asked, more than slightly impressed. The last mabari he'd played fetch with had fallen for that a half dozen times before it caught on.

"Okay, okay, I'll play fair," Varric said and hefted the stick again. He gave it a little toss, straight up, caught it, and then threw the thing. Even with all his strength behind it, the tool didn't go quite as far as he'd hoped it would. It clattered to the ground somewhere in the distance and Varric stretched out his arm. It had been a while since he'd played fetch, he was going to have to warm up.

[lionheartedman]

Cullen was probably partly to blame there. Even in the games he played with Puppy, he was teaching him to make careful observations, to not be tricked, never fall for the feint. It was what he'd need from a war hound, what he'd need to be able to take an animal that he loved onto the battlefield and not be terrified that he wouldn't come home.

When Varric threw the stick straight up, Puppy looked for a moment like he might have leapt into the air to snatch it. He contained himself, though. Barely. When Varric threw it for real, he was off like a shot, tracking the flight and snatching it up in his jaws just moments after it clattered to the floor, his too big paws scrabbling on the stone as he turned (with the help of a convenient wall to half run into) and tore back toward his newest friend.