[ captain is what he notices first, because while mahanon isn't ferelden and doesn't particularly want to be ferelden, he still has a serious appreciation for all kinds of dogs in all their doggy glory. and pitbulls, as it so happens, don't look all that different from some breeds in thedas.. which is at least something familiar.

when he realizes captain is making a beeline for him, tail wagging furiously, mahanon goes to crouch down, putting his hands out to gently catch the massive head as the enthusiastic dog shoves it toward him. he laughs, scratching the scarred face gently, and glances up-- and realizes with a start that he's looking at mark. his eyes widen briefly, then warm, smile widening into a grin. ]

Mark! Hello. It's been a while since I've seen you. [ he pats captain again, then rises to his feet, dusting his knees off. ] Still teaching him leash-manners, hm? When did you get him?