[Garahel's wuff clearly means 'you're welcome' and he nuzzles Kain gently, not enough to knock him over. Once Kain's settled by the fire, Inessa seats herself on a nearby boulder, grateful to be off her feet for a little while. Food can wait.

Well, at least according to her. Garahel seems to have other ideas, and plops down by his mistress' pack, looking at her expectantly.]

Oh, you're shameless. But I suppose you've earned a small treat. Here.

[Fishing out a mabari crunch from its wrappings, Inessa tosses it. Garahel goes streaking after, pouncing on it with all due enthusiasm.]

You'd think he didn't enjoy fresh rabbit earlier. No, he's clearly starving.