[That explains the smell, she honestly thought it was Alistair neglecting to bathe before rolling around with the dog.]

And I thought Doghren was the most ridiculous name I would hear. At least I was only going to use this. [Ugh, it's got slobber on it, and she makes a face as she sets it down on the bench behind her before she stuffs the rest in her pouch, safely out of dog height.]

I have more, I can use, though you might wish to find it a bone at some point, else it might bring back all sorts of rubbish. What sort of hound is it meant to be, I thought Alistair's simply some unhappy accident or long-lost family member of his.