That was always a razor's edge these days, and Anders isn't sure he has the energy for a turf fight right now.
...then there is a dog in his face (or more accurately, Hawke's face) and he gasps. The cat blinks at the mabari, giving him the most unimpressed stare before she swipes at him with her claws.]
Maker, please don't fight on me? Ah, call of your hound before he slobbers all over my sweet lady!
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That was always a razor's edge these days, and Anders isn't sure he has the energy for a turf fight right now.
...then there is a dog in his face (or more accurately, Hawke's face) and he gasps. The cat blinks at the mabari, giving him the most unimpressed stare before she swipes at him with her claws.]
Maker, please don't fight on me? Ah, call of your hound before he slobbers all over my sweet lady!