More than anything

Dogs were always hard to guess. Some of them saw Biffy as a packmate and some of them saw him as an outsider. He found it best not to aggravate the latter too much for everyone's sake. And even if Greta's poor dog survived the presence of two werewolves, two shapeshifters, and Pawvus, there was still Kitten. He wasn't even sure if Greta had met the little dragon.

"They're well. I hesitate to speak of my fortunes given the house we left but as you know, it's not so dreadfully empty as it used to be. Daine and Amalthea are there, as is my–" He paused, clearly still a little unused to using the modern term so casually for someone as important as Randolph Lyall. "My dear Professor Lyall."