[Hawke can only let out a tisk, shaking his head as he settles back against the tree with Anders, not yet moving his hand.]

Moses wouldn't do that to you, Anders. Even he knows better than to invoke her wrath - and attacking my apostate house guests in a fury of drool is hardly becoming of him.

[Despite the mabari's tendency to do dignified things such as roll around in filth, eat cockroaches and steal socks, he knew better than to force affection on Hawke's companions.

...Except for that one time he decided he was decidedly smaller than he was and tried to curl up in Sebastian's lap during a thunderstorm.]

Let's just wait here and hope that it lets up soon... So that you don't need to blame my dog for your state.