Ask about Grond

"Grond is good boy!" She glowered at Hopkins with fierce protective eyes. "What you care? He not your friend; I not your friend either!"

"Geez, I just ask..."

Nimoda pouted, then relented. "Fine! He good boy, best boy there is. He family dog, older than me, but mine since I eldest. He once able to kill big moose when pup; very fierce! Big fangs and claw! Fearless!" She shook her head. "Moose not stand chance. But too many fights when Grond young, better he rest now since he good boy." She suddenly took a step forward, bringing herself to Hopkins's face, an outstretched finger poised like a sword. "So leave Grond alone! He ol' pup that need rest and don't need you tiring him out!"

"Okay, I won't!"

She seemed angry for a moment, but then backed off, hands on her hips. Her expression softened a little, which was rare for her to do. "Bah, fine. You can pet Grond; but only a little! He needs nap to stay strong!"