"They're not dogs, they're wild animals." He said, then sighed. "Clover can look into it. If a spirit of the forest can't find their pack it's long gone. If she can't, well, she can probably make them docile enough. Either way, those are mornings problems." He sweeps his torch around the cave, giving the dancing shadows one last long look. "Cave is safe. Job's officially done." He turns and sets off back to the clearing. "I'm going to hit the hay."