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The morning dawns early for Hawke. It might also for certain people in Itinere as the communication device gets knocked over. And then turned on by a very inquisitive and large dog nose. The dog licks the screen, clearly pleased with himself for figuring out how to turn the thing on, and then glances up at the bed. Clearly there's someone in it, though it's hard to tell who from this angle.

The dog quietly steps forward and then--

POUNCE.

Hawke yelps as the mastiff-looking dog licks her like crazy. "Cailan, stop. You know you're not allowed on the--"

The sound of her mabari's name stops her cold. Finally managing to shove him off of her, she sits upright. The dog, happy now that his mistress is awake, leaps off the bed, barking and dancing around the room. He has clearly been pent up too much. But Hawke isn't focused on that. She's focused on the fact that her mabari is somehow... here.

"Cailan!" she finally calls, sliding out of bed so she can throw her arms around him. The dog finally stills long enough for that before wriggling out of her arms and flopping over to roll onto his back with his feet comically pawing the air. Hawke can't help but laugh. At least until one of his paws shoots the communicator at her.

"You came back and you let the entire world know? What a drama-monger you are. Someone might start thinking you're Orlesian."

The dog immediately stops rolling, ears back, and growls.

"Not me, of course. But someone might."

To which the dog whines in a "but whyyyy" tone. Hawke laughs and turns the device off.

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Later on, Hawke can be found playing in the snow with her mabari, looking actually happy for once. Likely happier than most people have seen her. They do a bit of hunting at some point, too, which is mostly just Hawke telling the dog to go fetch something yummy and waiting to see what happens. But they can be found around the city as Hawke introduces her fierce war hound to Itinere.

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[ one of hawke's eyebrows arches at the declaration that this is like a castle and she glances around the main room with amusement. ] If you think this is a castle, remind me never to show you Redcliffe Castle, the Ferelden palace in Denerim, or the Winter Palace in Orlais. They would put this to shame.

[ mostly because those are actual castles and palaces fit for legitimate royalty, which hawke is quite glad not to be. putting the torch out once both fireplaces are lit, she settles it somewhere it won't catch a rug on fire before she motions for jill to join her by the warmth. cailan has already settled in by the fire, soaking up the heat. ]

I don't know exactly how old it is. As old as Kirkwall, I would assume. [ she has to think about that one for a minute. ] Founded around 620 Ancient, if I remember history correctly [ ha ha ha. ] and it's now 9:41 Dragon, so over a thousand years old. Looks good for its age.

[ still cold, but that can't be helped. ]

It should warm up soon. Bodahn used to say it's because of the stone and a good dwarf would know. He also liked to keep the fireplace a little dirty. Said it reminded him of a mine shaft.

[ she really will miss bodahn and sandal here. the house just won't be the same without them. thank the maker she has cailan, though, or she'd be doing very poorly here indeed. ]

You and Lucy can have full reign of the house, [ she continues, glancing at cailan to be sure he heard. the dog huffs softly. ] Just... not the room at the top of the stairs.