No, usually not a good sign. But...they seem like normal dogs aside of that. Hey there, friends. Where'd you come from, huh?

[Mat crouches down and whistles low, holding out a hand for one of the hounds. It's not as though they've come charging through with fangs bared and hackles up. Nothing in their demeanor or body language says they're any threat.]

And I heard a bit. You know how it is, tavern talk. Nothing solid or trustworthy.

[His attention is well and truly on the dogs now. Poor things. They obviously aren't a breed that lives in Thorne, he's seen all sorts of hunting and house hounds about. Never ones like these. Whatever's happened, the animals are displaced. Light knows he can sympathize.]