Madadh brightened at the enthusiastic greeting, his smile growing at the man's energy. So many he had met were quiet and subdued, almost painfully shy around others. It was not something with which Madadh was either familiar or comfortable. His mention of Finn earned an extra few points as well, as Madadh looked with pride down to the loyal beast. "I did not breed him myself; he was a gift from my... Uncle." He had to fish for the proper word; he'd never been good at remembering the right names for family in the common tongue. "He was sick as a cub," His people did not refer to their young dogs as puppies, but as cubs, as befitting their wild beginnings, and Madadh used the common word for a wolf cub accordingly. "But he is strong and fast now." Finn, who could tell that he was receiving praise, made a low growling sound of pleasure.