[knight lifts a paw to bat gently at pepper like the head of a wolf pack indulging his children. sansa laughs; she can't see his quiet dignity as anything other than the manner of a tired old man, now. she glances at megumi and the treats.]

Oh, does he like them? Knight never shows any interest in proper food.

[training was hard and honestly, more like adopting another wolf into the pack. it occurs to sansa that lady is older than knight, if she were more confident she might find some parallels between lady and herself taking on responsibility before they were fully grown. lady's manners were impeccable by the time they had left winterfell, though she wasn't even half grown. sansa grins.]

Lady should like it very much; her dinner is hard enough to come by, here, without any fear of spoiling it.

[she is, though the size of a grey wolf, still growing. sansa watches knight and the puppy and laughs again.]

He does look like a tired old man, truly. He's not more than three years old, but I suppose he is the eldest of mine. It's hard to tell with hellhounds, though.

[she glances back at megumi with a smile.]

I can bring Vhagar around tomorrow. She does very well with people. [anyone, really. she's friendly.] Hellhounds can be left alone for some time, and I didn't want to pack the Sanctuary with dogs on the first day of the festival.

[they are...big...]