Signy hesitantly reached out and stroked the back of the Culture Hound, clearly very, very uncertain as to the proper way to go about showing him attention; but she had seen people in the caravan they had traveled with interacting with their Mabari in a similar way&madsh;it seemed the big creatures liked their stomachs rubbed. Hopefully it wasn't going to bite? If its jaws could even fit around her wrist. Maybe it'd try to take a finger off. That thought disturbed Signy, but she could always heal a bite. (Or turn the dog into a rock, a stray thought told her. Although if Savio reacted poorly to having his dog called a squirrel, she could only imagine…)
"… wait, did you have him with you in the Frostbacks?" She furrowed her brow, looking at Savio. Had she just not noticed the tiny creature?