As might be expected from a dog species, she seems to like sniffing smells.
Recently she had been clinging to me and sniffing like this.
I heaved a sigh of resignation, picked up the cask and wooden box, and patted Snow's head rather roughly.
Far from showing signs of dislike, she seemed to feel good and smiled "Ehehehe".
Snow's attitude also changed drastically since the goblin attack incident.
Previously she was at the distance of a best childhood friend, sometimes to the level of "Huh, did she just fall for me?".