Susan watched his brow furrow in thought as he began trying to decide what type of animal to pair her with. In all honesty she'd been vacillating between getting a kneazle or kneazle hybrid and a dog. Her aunt had always had a dog, a large friendly German Shepherd named Spot. She suddenly and unhelpfully remembered asking if they would be looking after Spot at her Aunt's funeral, only to be told that he had died after taking a curse meant for her aunt.
Closing her eyes for a moment to stem back any errant tears, she looked up at Rolf. "Sorry, I was just remembering my Aunt's dog. Yes, can you show me to the dogs?"