His name is Oren. [ She explains, smiling like a proud parent at this positive interaction between a Wonderland resident and her dog, since they aren't all so friendly. ] His breed is called 'mabari,' and they're bred for war in my home country. They're sort of seen as the symbol of all of us; we've been called 'dog lords' over and over again, though that's more of an insult than anything.

[ Whether it's true or otherwise, the people (Orlesians!!) who use it hardly mean it in a complimentary way.

The dog, meanwhile, is thrilled at the attention, but he won't snatch the toy out of her hand until it's closer to him than her. Then, he gingerly extracts it from her grasp before bounding down the hall with it and circling back, standing in front of her and depositing it at her feet enthusiastically.

"Fetch!!" ]