Signy hadn't the slightest clue what Noa's barking had meant--probably to do with the smell of roasting meat, the dwarf guessed. They might have been on the road together, but their journey from Gherlen's Pass to Amaranthine had been largely uneventful, save for the encounter with the Templars. She had had no occasion to hear any sort of a warning bark from Noa (or any other Mabari, for that matter). So it did not unsettle her in the slightest; Signy was busy enjoying the fantastic pastry that she'd suddenly come into ownership of. She did lean into the basket and pull one out, setting it aside for Hilda.
... at least, she thought that was was the Anderfeln woman had asked for. Seff me one of der pastries sounded an awful lot like 'save me one'? At least, definitely, she had said pastries. So Signy could not have been too far off the mark. The exchange between Coan and Savio was almost as impenetrable as Hilda's dialect, even if it was performed in plain, unadorned common speech: Signy furrowed her brow. If she knew Noa was a girl, surely Savio knew. Didn't he?
She had to juggle her pastry and her metalwork somewhat to accept the small white dog, but soon enough the Culture Hound was settled in her lap and the half-finished trap laid down to rest. "No, you can't have any," she told the small dog, leaning the rest of the delicious jam-filled bun away from her sometime traveling companion. "It's mine. We'll give you some.... deer? Or something." She fished and came back with the name of the animal that Imenry had just named. "Cut up into very fine pieces. You can't eat something bigger than you. You'd choke."