Maker, now what-- [ What are the dogs getting distracted by now? Oh. Oh! Hawke turns back, putting two fingers to her lips and giving a sharp whistle to get the attention of all her fuzzy little friends. These aren't "her" dogs, so she has to be a bit more sharp in getting them to listen to her. ] Off! That's enough of that!

[ And most listen, though one wiry little one keeps snuffling and trying to clamber all over Max. That one, at least, she should be able to move on her own. Now Hawke backtracks a few steps to check on the girl herself.

That she's laughing is a good sign, so, hey, at least they didn't get someone scared of them... this time. ]

Sorry about that. They really have no manners. [ That said, Hawke offers her a hand, if she needs help up. ] You all right down there?