Alistair groans heartily, thumping his forehead onto the mabari's side. The dog takes this as his cue to crane around and try to lick Alistair's hair; he yelps in dismay, straightening up as fast as possible to avoid any more damage.
"How is it?" he asks, gingerly touching the top of his head.
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"How is it?" he asks, gingerly touching the top of his head.