Black and brown fur parted easily under Noriâs hands, the softest and warmest under the houndâs massive throat. Dwalin was pale as he watched, though there was also awe and admiration in his eyes.
âHe was one of the outcasts of his litter,â Nori explained and smiled as the hound leaned into his touches. âThey thought he couldnât be trained for anything, but the breeder owed me and he was just too glad to give one pup to me. And see, Dunin is a very kind beast. To me and his friends at least.âÂ
Duninâs tongue lolled out of his mouth, revealing fangs that could tear a Dwarf to shreds within minutes. He was impressive, his dear pup.Â
Dwalin paled a little more.Â
âThat does not explain why you decided to keep a ⊠a warg of all things, and why you brought it here.â
âNot a warg,â Nori corrected mildly and wrapped his arms around Duninâs neck. He couldnât quite reach around. âOne of the finest bred hounds of the Iron Hills.âÂ
Dwalin was still giving him a disbelieving look, and Nori sighed.Â
âLook at him Dwalin, heâs good. A big scary hound, fit for only war and destruction, bred to be a warrior. But look at what a cuddly foolish thing he also is. Besides, heâs all over me and I like that.âÂ
Duninâs muzzle pressed against Noriâs face, making him snort and tighten his grip. Dwalin raised his eyebrows, looking sceptical, but at least not as on edge anymore. He took a step closer, carefully, but Nori reached out one hand and Dunin remained still and watched him. His tail wagged a little when Dwalin was close enough to touch, and Nori took Dwalinâs hand to place against Duninâs massive flank.Â
Dwalin let out a surprised laugh, and Dunin briefly sniffed at him, before returning to his happy panting.Â
âSo weâll keep him?â Nori asked with a smile as he watched his two warriors interact.Â
Dwalin snorted and shook his head.Â
âAs if I could say no to you.â
Dunin was mariejacquelyn's idea, from an Expected Journey, and that's how he looks