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"You, yes." Njal retorted without missing a beat. His nose itched so he wiggled it, and then suddenly let out a sneeze - trying to twist his head away in time so that Eljay wouldn't get covered in slobber and snot. When he looked back, he was bleary-eyed. "Whoops. Sorry about that..." Njal had briefly forgotten he wasn't talking to an adult, and had to reconsider how he did things.

Lowering his head again (and giving a sniffle), he watched the boy for a moment. "Nice to meet you." Njal slid one of his long forelimbs out as if to shake the kid's paw, and seemed to realize a moment later that his arm was actually longer than the pup was; so instead he improvised, and booped the boy on his nose. Before the kid could do much of anything, Njal motioned with his dusty nose towards Finley. "That your mum over there?" He knew it was, but the question might get the child talking.