Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

Dog? 
She repeats the word under her breath, drawn out and slow. D-ooooo-gggg, Blink, blink. Dog! Okay. 
Her curiosity is overwhelming as her eyes trace his rawboned figure. Feathery is his fur, soft and so unlike the pelt she wears herself. She is entertained greatly, a purr rumbling from her throat, a dance done in a little circle around him. Drawing back to his front, her nose presses to the corner of his slender jaw. Entranced, she was. 
Dog have name? She prods him with another question, head tilted as she creates an etching of space between them. I Zaahira. New here.