Goodness, but that is a large dog considering its age; Loki blinks in their direction, pausing his approach briefly before he returns to it. He stops, a little in front of them, before squatting down and putting his hand out for the dog to sniff. He...somewhat remembers how dogs are.

It hasn't occurred to him that this puts his face in a prime licking position in relation to the mabari.

"What's his name?" He asks from his position (nearly) on the ground.