[Oh, he recognizes the name, and the sour face is everything he expected from the stories Hawke has told him, but first, first, there is something else that needs to be addressed.]

I'm not even certain that can be called a dog.

[Not that he's a fan of the larger breeds by any stretch of the imagination, but at least they're honest about what they are.]

I swear, it's the first thing every Ferelden attempts when they arrive here. Mabari.