Liranan's eyes get wide, and his tail starts wagging even faster than before.

Will he be a big enough deer for Ysalwen to ride? That would be good! And he could gore people with his antlers! And strike them down with his hooves!

This is the greatest thought in the world!

Ysalwen puts one of the rescued pieces of venison on some bread and hands it over to Cullen.

"Now he's going to want to pull an aravel, I hope you know. Just to see if he can be like a deer already. Or a halla."

"Oh, he'd miss his teeth soon enough, my lady. Though perhaps it doesn't hurt a mabari to dream." Greta, it seems, has given up hiding her laughter.

Liranan is hurt! From whence comes this betrayal! He is done with you all!

(And thus exits the mabari, stage right. Heading for the great hall and someone who does not laugh at him!)