Boreal's long, scaly tail wagged like a dog's when Ronin talked to her and she leaned her considerable bulk against Tal's hip with approving rumble, sandwiching him firmly against the counter. "I think she - oof! - liked the cold," Tal admitted, fond exasperation in his voice as he pushed ineffectually at her shoulder. "But she grew up with my sled dogs, so it's a good thing she's sturdy."
Luckily the muffin tin was already in reach, even if Tal was momentarily trapped. Boreal rested her ridged chin on the counter without having to stretch (one of the downsides of a very large dogdragon), sniffing with pointed curiousity until Tal followed Ronin's example and wiggled one out, blowing on his fingers every few seconds as he grinned. "Where'd you get the recipe?" he asked, breaking his own prize in half and offering one to Boreal before nibbling at his own with happy winces.
Luckily the muffin tin was already in reach, even if Tal was momentarily trapped. Boreal rested her ridged chin on the counter without having to stretch (one of the downsides of a very large dogdragon), sniffing with pointed curiousity until Tal followed Ronin's example and wiggled one out, blowing on his fingers every few seconds as he grinned. "Where'd you get the recipe?" he asked, breaking his own prize in half and offering one to Boreal before nibbling at his own with happy winces.
