"Your room must be absolutely covered in droppings," Hawke says with an amused smirk.

The more Wan talks the more confused Hawke gets. It shows on his face. If his brow arches any higher it make fly right of his head. Hawke gets the feeling that this man would get along splendidly with Merril.

"He's a dog. A mabari if you want to get technical." Hawke answers finally. "One that's smarter than most people I know but still very much a dog. What else would he be?"