Indeed, the dog -- its stub of a tail wriggling madly as it tries to catch an arc of water in its mouth -- doesn't seem to be earning much more than horrified stares and tiny affronted gasps at this point. It romps a full circle through the fountain, barking joyously; it's the kind of bark that could shake walls.
It's the kind of bark any Fereldan would recognize.
"You're not serious." Reverently, Alistair steps closer to the fountain. "Cullen, it's a mabari."
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Indeed, the dog -- its stub of a tail wriggling madly as it tries to catch an arc of water in its mouth -- doesn't seem to be earning much more than horrified stares and tiny affronted gasps at this point. It romps a full circle through the fountain, barking joyously; it's the kind of bark that could shake walls.
It's the kind of bark any Fereldan would recognize.
"You're not serious." Reverently, Alistair steps closer to the fountain. "Cullen, it's a mabari."