[ Cullen needs precisely zero prompting to talk about his mabari. When he sees the image of the man take the place of text, erroneously assuming that this now means that he can see him, he smiles and beckons his mabari to his side. ]

This is my mabari. [ It's a large dog, its back almost parallel to Cullen's hip, and mostly black with a smattering of white spots. The dog's ears prick forward and he opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out. ] They're native to my homeland of Ferelden. I found this one in a neighboring country, being kept as a pet to amuse the nobility. [ There's a heavy note of distaste in his voice, and in the obvious way he frowns, at that. ] They're quite smart, though this is the first time I've ever partnered with one.

[ Cullen's attention focuses on the wolf, which has the side-effect of prompting another tiny smile. ]

How did you and the wolf meet?