[There's an exasperated snort as she slobbers over his glasses, but it's one that Siegfried relents on, looking thankful that Percy isn't upset with it. He crosses his arms at that, only shaking his head at the statement.]

She's nearly been trapped by blade plants, chased by foxwealds, almost followed by those carnivorous deer, not to mention nearly fallen in several holes... I'll gladly take her failing to catch this prey instead of all the rest.

[Hearing this, his dog whines, tail wagging furiously. Siegfried sighs again.]

What am I going to do with you? [She barks happily, as if answering him.] I need to name you, at least.