Faolan glances at the animals, forgetting for a moment that she is keen on such things, before reaching a hand forward to run over his cleg's neck, underneath the dark fall of her mane. "Ah, well. This is Ciar," he says, indicating the cleg herself. Ciar, hearing her name, shifts her wings slightly, but otherwise behaves herself. She's a good creature, Faolan has found, over these last two months spent on the road with her. "I was giving her a rest for this last leg of our journey. It's been a long trip, and I don't want to overwork her."

Companions, she had said, so Faolan moves on to the pup, poking his head out of the saddlebag, looking rather rough around the edges, but Faolan's been doing his best, all things considered. "I've just found him a few days back," Faolan confesses. "I don't know where his pack went, but I've an idea that they abandoned him. I couldn't just leave him once I found him so..." He shrugs slightly, as if to say, here we are. "Thinking of calling him Conall." You'll have to excuse Faolan's manner, Pod. He's been too long on his own, this last while.