The scratching is met with a happy rumble before Garahel sniffs around for a good spot to plop down on and stretches out.

Inessa's expression softens at the thought of Garahel getting older; right now, he's barely more than an overgrown puppy. She doesn't want to think about the day when he won't be at her side any longer. "He might appreciate the company, too. I heard that the Inquisition is in touch with a mabari breeder; perhaps the next time they have a litter, you can see them. If one imprints, you'll know."