He's not a thing anymore, so Frank doesn't think it necessary to share the story. No one else had seemed all that interested in his former life anyway. Or even this one, if he's being candid. Which he usually is.

Bruno is much friendlier than Frank, closing his eyes as he gets some of those sweet, sweet scratches and leans his hairless body into Squall's leg like he wouldn't mind if the man picked him up.

"Not bad. There's elk and moose, too. Something like bison, though they're a little cute." So he mostly turns to the groffles for dairy, rather than meat.