Major thinks to shout something to the red-haired woman up ahead, something about how to corner and capture the escapee currently flopping in her direction, but it doesn't take much for him to realize that she's doing just that - without any sort of instruction. Major isn't going to complain about that. For some reason, he feels like if he'd shouted the plan to the stranger, the dog would've somehow understood and completely thwarted it anyway.

So Major continues chasing the small pup, hoping that all will go according to plan.

But, of course, that'd be asking too much. At the last second, the puppy realizes what's going on and suddenly veers to the right, straight into a thicket of trees. Major slows to a jog as he watches the sudden change of direction, exhaling a disappointed sigh.

"Ah, crap," he says, stopping at the spot where the puppy disappeared. His breathing is a bit hard, having chased the thing half the length of the village, but he tries to act as though it isn't. He looks to the stranger. "Thanks for trying. Thing's too smart for its own good."