Corvo already spent a few moments studying the dog at her feet. An odd-looking thing, with a blunted head, and a thicker build than he's used to. And it's not attempting to bite him, which is also unusual, but a welcome change from the Overseers' wolfhounds. He supposes that it makes sense that dogs are different here, bred for different purposes.

When she asks, his eyes flick up, and he clears his throat, glancing to the side for a moment, before looking back at her. There are a few questions he has, but most importantly...

"What manner of hound is yours? What were they bred for?" Besides snoring, obviously.