Like Jonah from the whale

The dog appreciated her name and repeated it with a rolled R. Iolaire gave a soft laugh of amusement. "Aye, Iolaire." She rolled her own R just to play along. He really was an interesting creature. Despite his injuries and his near death experience, he still possessed a sunny disposition. A rarity in the world these days.

Continuing her inspection, she noted the look that Sunder shot over her shoulder and glanced over it herself to see if there was either something on her back or something behind her. She saw neither. Looking back to the dog, the woman arched a brow in question, but simply shook her head and brushed it off. "Are you warm now or still cold?" The question was posed. If he was still cold. she'd slide beneath the furs with him to share her own body heat. If he was warm enough, she would stoke the fire and settle down nearby.

Surely he was hungry though. Fetching some dried oxen meat from her pack, she placed a strip before the hairless pup. She also took a small strip for herself, because why not? If she was going to care for him, they might as well eat together too, right? Right.