"Are the two mutually exclusive," Kira asks, gaze aimed with Major's down at the dogs. "They only let us do so much for ourselves. It might be a matter of space, too. If we wound up with too many grazing animals, we only have so much space left for them to feed."

In a way, Kira was thankful: it was an exception being made for Aurora, he couldn't deal with a litter of puppies and no reliable way to fix her.

His gaze lifts to Major, and fixes on him. "You know, plenty of people come from something so bad, they fall pretty easily into thinking this is an improvement." He'd done it himself for moments at a time, given a bath and food that wasn't from an old can; taken to a place where fires could be lit and no one was shooting at them. "Nothing's free, though. They don't do anything good for us without there being some bad. Even if he's just another mouth to feed, you should remember that, and be careful."