[ One of the things about Perrin was that he still was not used to these creatures. For a moment, his good eye focused. Was that a Gecko? No. Four legs, on the ground...

That was clearly some form of dog. A lot of these beasts could be called dogs, to Perrin, though. ]

Uh-- didn't notice you there. Workin' on this pile too?

[ There was a gruffness but kindness to the larger mans' voice. He couldn't tell if this Weird Dog was one of those outsiders or not - those who used to be different. But he treated her the same as he would any of them. ] It's a good bit of wood, I think. Even if it's a bit soggy, it could probably be turned into paper, given a bit of prep...