Christine sighs as the bit of fur with eyes turns and starts barking at Yngvi. The weird short person sounds hostile. Is he hostile? Ponce will bark to show him who's in charge here.

"Apparently it is a dog, but I am not yet convinced it is not some type of small demon." Because this little nuisance wakes her up at the crack of dawn by pouncing on her or -- Maker forbid -- licking her face. He's constantly prancing away when she tries to get close to pick him up, and he's turned up his nose at most of the food she's tried to feed him. This is the ultimate test on her patience.