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Dragon Age: Cave Canem (Beware of Dog) by AuditoryCheesecake & Nele
Cave Canem (Beware of Dog) (Dorian/Iron Bull | R | 21,454 words): Before joining the Inquisition, Dorian spends some time living in the woods and acquires a dog. I could read all the various versions of Dorian and the Iron Bull falling in love and into a relationship forever. This one is particularly sweet, with Dorian having a pet to dote on. I liked the Iron Bull's side of things as well, how he struggles with trusting Dorian and the close relationship they gradually form.
Excerpt:
The mage didn't make many friends around Haven.
A night with a scout here, a drink with Varric there, but most of the Fereldans kept him at arm's length. The Bull thought the obnoxiously 'Vinty robes spooked them more than the man himself. He was often in the company of the Herald, as well, which both protected him from potential trouble, and isolated him from potential friends.
He did have a softness for small animals, of all things, and fed the cats around the stables as well as the occasional elusive fennec. The Iron Bull wondered if he'd left pets behind in Tevinter. A parrot, perhaps, with bright feathers and a knack for repeating foul language. Pavus seemed the type to have a pet anywhere, considering the dog, a scarred, rough-looking Mabari that rarely left the mage's side. It surprised the Bull a little. He'd have thought the breed too Fereldan for Pavus.
But the mage brought the rangy thing scraps from the tavern, and the Bull watched in the evenings when the mage sat at his lonely fire with only the dog for company. The dog would rest its head in the mage's lap and the mage would lean against a tree. The Bull was too far away to hear, but he thought the mage sang to the dog.
Excerpt:
The mage didn't make many friends around Haven.
A night with a scout here, a drink with Varric there, but most of the Fereldans kept him at arm's length. The Bull thought the obnoxiously 'Vinty robes spooked them more than the man himself. He was often in the company of the Herald, as well, which both protected him from potential trouble, and isolated him from potential friends.
He did have a softness for small animals, of all things, and fed the cats around the stables as well as the occasional elusive fennec. The Iron Bull wondered if he'd left pets behind in Tevinter. A parrot, perhaps, with bright feathers and a knack for repeating foul language. Pavus seemed the type to have a pet anywhere, considering the dog, a scarred, rough-looking Mabari that rarely left the mage's side. It surprised the Bull a little. He'd have thought the breed too Fereldan for Pavus.
But the mage brought the rangy thing scraps from the tavern, and the Bull watched in the evenings when the mage sat at his lonely fire with only the dog for company. The dog would rest its head in the mage's lap and the mage would lean against a tree. The Bull was too far away to hear, but he thought the mage sang to the dog.