wandererfromthenorth replied to your post: “She is a little shy of strangers at the moment.”
“She’s about three months, so not too little,” Halldis began, looking down at Agatha, who stood behind her legs, peering cautiously at the unfamiliar man, “Most of the time she’s quite friendly, but she has off days like this. Next time we come by she’ll probably jump all over you.”
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of the Imperial’s mouth as he looked down at the canine. She was an interesting breed and color - not one Bart had seen before. He was curious as to where the dog hailed from.
“Likely because I smell of the dead,” he mused, and turned his eyes back to the Nord. “I just completed my duties at the Hall. I know my cat, Thackery, would give me a wide berth for an hour or so after I had been around the corpses. It’s possible she smells them on me as well.”
Bart debated on crouching down so he was closer to the pup’s eye level, that way she could more easily see and smell him and he would seem less of a threat. But as he didn’t know the Nord who owned her well at all, he decided against it.
“Where did you come across her? She’s a very pretty dog. What’s her name?”
