The halla were a lot calmer and more accepting than the harts, a few of the gentle deer even willing to turn their heads and press their noses to Dorian's cheek as he brushed them. The elves let Dorian take his time with tending to the halla, letting the man enjoy himself as they often did. Caring for these animals was an important task, one not to be handled hastily or lightly. There was silent appreciation for the care Dorian was putting into it all.

And it didn't go unnoticed by Bramen.

The halla that Dorian was presently tending to looked over the man's shoulder, ears curving forward as it made a few light sounds. They sounded like happy sounds, the animal giving a flick of its tail. A familiar chuckle came from behind Dorian, Bramen approaching his lover as he worked. One of the Dalish hounds circled around Bramen's legs as he moved, the dog all but prancing and wagging its tail. His hands came down to ruffle up the fur on the dog's slender head, the hound bounding away after it got what it was after.

Bramen's eyes moved to Dorian and then to the halla, the animal gingerly nudging Dorian's shoulder and trying to carefully move past him, looking to greet Bramen. Bramen's hands moved to either side of the halla's cheeks, the animal sniffing at his hair and flicking its tail once more. Bramen's smile broadened, smoothing the fur on the halla's face as he watched his lover.

"It looks as though you've made a few new friends."