Starter for @absolutionem
With his still meager (if not nonexistent) income, Anders is willing to eschew most high-ticket items. He has experience enough in find people willing to trade for the goods he personally needs— donations from Lowtown, generous as they were, did not cover all of his clinic and living expenses back in Kirkwall. Even in the thinnest months however, he always scrounged up a bit of food for the stray cats.
Pounce 2, as he has taken to calling her, is a similar weakness of his.
She leaps out of his arms as soon as they're in the pet store, leash swinging back and forth as she prowls over to the treat aisle.
"Has Zevran brought you here already?" Anders mutters, impressed by her single-mindedness. He follows at a more leisurely pace, picking little bits of fur off of his thrifted sweater.
His eyes are already downcast, which makes it easier to spot the creature before he takes even a glance at its owner. Even having been in the tower for half of his life, any Fereldan with eyes could recognize the breed by silhouette alone.
It makes his blurted question somewhat unnecessary.
"Is that a mabari?" Anders asks, before locking eyes with the Knight-Captain. The first templar he's seen since he came to Isola, incidentally. His blood runs cold.













