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Chalimar, realizing his work is done, turns towards Bear and introduces himself.

(Hello, I am Chalimar, a Wild One. You are one of the burnt one's pets?)

(dogs speak wolf? I guess...)

Bear stays lain down, but sniffs at the wolf. (Huh? Um... she's good. She makes food. And fixes hurts. And little fire for warm. That's the best...}

Trotting through the open door, the hound stopped just inside, snuffling at the air, ignoring all the assembled patrons, as they were not food...

*sniff*

*snuff*

*tongue loll*

...nope, not food.

At a piercing whistle from the street, the hound rushed back out like a scalded cat.

Or a summoned hound.

"S Crow? Does that taste like chicken?"

(pant) (drool)

<snif snufle snif>

<run snif, snif, walk walk, snif...>

Of course, this is OOC...