"Well, he's not terribly shy," Loki answered, half-apologetically, and tried to quell the rising tide of gibbering panic inside him. It was saying, essentially:
"This is Jotnar." Tug at the leash, then: "Dicere salue" was murmured at Jotnar, who trotted into the room, sat, raised one paw ready to shake, and "ruff"ed softly.
Loki glanced up at her again, choosing simply to ignore the keysmash in the back of his mind at this point, and half-apologetically said, "No matter how I try, and despite surely being large enough, I can't quite seem to break him to the saddle."