There are three dogs in this world that Yngvi has zero beef with (well, two still living): Bronson, Jayne, and Hardie. Strange dogs belonging to strange people? Thanks but no. Generally not a fan of them, Bronson finally passing on while he was off visiting Asher's sister still has him strangely twitchy around them months later, looking past them instead of at them after a while. Safer with the nugs, pink twitchy noses and gross hand-feet pawing at the lantern balanced precariously.

"How many doglords you told that one to? They've got a rota for the names they go for most times, swap it out now and then but it's pretty fixed, whole committee and everything." Yngvi says it as breezily as he pleases because he's lived with someone who was many parts doglord so guess what he knows all their secrets, come at him with it if you dare but it means one of the nugs tries to retreat up it. "For fuck's-- get out. See, nugs don't have that. You can call a nug whatever you like. How d'you even tell if a dog's smart? If it doesn't fart itself awake?"

"Yngvi Congealedinagutterson." Sometimes he throws in the 'surname'. Doesn't hurt to see what people do with it as the Kirkwall and the Carta in him start coming out. "'m not your 'friend', mate. Don't even know you."