Daine grins. "I take it one of your dogs isn't a fan of stairs, then? Yes, I could talk to him. Might even be able to convince him that stairs are all right."

She unconsciously fiddles with the leather tie that holds the Badger's claw. "He's about normal--big, but male badgers are big, so." She lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I think all animals have their own gods--the first male and first female of their kind. I know the wolves do: Old White and Night Black, they're called. I've never met the Badger's mate, though."