Normally her answer might be here, the inn, but she hadn't seen him around. Unless he had found a way under the building. "We should probably check to make sure there isn't a way he could get under the inn...but other than that I have another idea of where he could have gone."

The inn was his home, most animals would return where they felt safest. She opens the door, wincing at the blast of wind and as large balls of hail pelt the roof. She can do this, she had to do this.

Riza steps out and calls, "Arado! Here boy!" She waits, but there is no response, so she turns her attention to the inn itself, scanning the bottom of the building for any openings a dog could have squeezed through. Staying near the building helps, as the roof deflects most of the hail, but she still takes a few hits--making her grateful for the additional cushion of her clothing.