"Oh!" Sophie said, eyes widening as she stared at Morgana. Then, a grin came on her face. "Really, Morgana? A puppy?" She liked dogs, having had Abby since she could remember but she getting old now. Sophie then frowned at the thought of the old dog, biting her lip when thinking how tired she seemed lately. Much as she would like to have a puppy, she was still attached to the old greyhound.
“Mm-hm.” Morgana smiled as she held out a wiggling pup. “Aesir hunting dogs grow slower, but they are easy ta train. This little guy is the runt of the litter.”