Broken Boulder knocking down doors

The last thing Alarian had expected to find wandering past his borders was a dog. He spotted it from a distance, emerging from the Bracken Woods with cobwebs clutched carefully between his jaws. They fell forgotten at the sight of the small fluffy thing. Ali squinted hard. A dog.
Not that he had anything against them— oh, how he missed the dog gang days of his youth!— but what was it doing... here? He sighed. Oh well. However it had gotten to the wilds, it was trespassing now, and Alarian would have to deal with it. The Governor had no intentions of harming the creature, but he figured some questioning would be more than reasonable.
He approached carefully, but not without confidence; the boy knew from experience that showing uncertainty could be very, very bad with dogs. Scent told him the dog was male, but he couldn't discern much else.
Hey, are you lost or something? Alarian called when he was near enough, not unfriendly but not quite welcoming either. Not until he knew whether this unexpected guest was a threat or not.