[So terribly fearsome, yes. Such a savage beast, currently falling asleep atop Fenris' very numb thighs. How is he meant to get out from under her, exactly? But eh, he'll figure it out in a few minutes. She's warm and her weight is pleasing, and there are worse places to be than on Astarion's floor. He leans back, one hand petting her absently, the other bracing his weight behind him.]

Ataashi, yes. Though I suspect you may have to put your dreams of her being a weapon to rest. She has a wolf's coloring, but a dog's bearing.

[It's a compliment, clearly. But ah, that makes him think of training her. Truly, Fenris knows very little about how to train animals, beyond the vague knowledge they can be trained. Possibly treats are involved. There has to be some sort of book about it in the library; he'll go later today. But either way, she'll need exercise. Astarion's flat is a refuge, oh, yes, and there are fewer places he'd rather be, but it isn't much in the way of space.]

Have you been to the coast yet?

[It's a stupid idea. Stupid and sentimental, but still, he asks it.]

We should take her, now that the weather is turning warmer.

[Is this an elaborate plan so he can heave Astarion into the water and watch him sputter and hiss like a cat? Maybe!]

It would be good for her to have space to run. She'll get fat and lazy if she spends all day in your home.