She wasn't supposed to be there.
It was a Templar stables, used for rest breaks and switching horses, one of many spread across Denerim, though most were on the main road between Lake Calenhad and Denerim.
But she'd heard the saddest little whine, and she'd been unable to resist following the noise. Papa always helped, when they came across lost children or animals.
She was just doing as he'd taught her. Even at twelve she knew that was just an excuse. But it sounded a bit like his voice in her head, so maybe Mama would laugh, instead of getting mad?
And the little pup she'd found on the wrong side of the gated stall was so very sad, with a big square head and dark fur and eyes.
She couldn't get the gate open, so she sat down on the hay, and let him climb into her lap, petting the short fur until he stopped whimpering, and decided to lick her fingers instead.
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