Noctisardor Bypass pins n needles

He huffed, but the guard-dog did not speak further. Instead, he simply stood there, and Fiona wondered if there was something he expected of her beyond her submissive display and answer to his question. At least with Anselm, he had always been willing to shoot angry questions at her. The guard-dog seemed to be more of the stonewalling type. That was a more difficult sort of project, but one she could (and would) work with.

Is there any work that needs to be done here? she asked, figuring she could at least help out while she was here. I'm a decent hunter, and I can keep an eye out for trespassers. That had been what took up most of her time at the hollow, and there was no reason she couldn't continue that work here alongside her softer skills. And boy, were those softer skills going to be put to the test here. She could already feel it.