Hims a good boy?

Deathbelle leaned closer, inspecting the impressive shine on his fur and brightness in his eyes despite his situation. He was calm, relaxed, as though he was meant to be sitting there, inspected by the Empress herself. ”May I?” She perked a brow and not really waiting for an answer commanded the dog open his mouth. Deathbelle inspected his teeth as Valkyrie rejected the first offer, bluffing her way through the rejection. ”If that were true the offer would be plenty.” Deathbelle returned as she leaned back. ”Stand up.” She told the dog before looking back to the Viking woman. ”Winter is just around the corner, are you in need of furs to line your den? Or are you in need of food to fill your belly?” Surely they could train the little fuzz ball to hunt back his own and more share of dinner. ”Two gazelle, their tanned pelts, and the mead.” The more she looked at him the more she wanted him, thankfully Ashen was quickly coming into its own and thriving.