"It's a dog sorta? It's going to probably like anyone that feeds it," he points out, squinting up at her with a crooked smile. "Least so long as it's actually a dog. Not really sure what I think about most of the creatures around here. Like those tall gangly sheep things? Never seen an animal in my life that shade. Not even sure I know flowers that color."

Yet he still pets the dog thing, giving it a pat. "Might be able to train it to be a guard dog. Might be useful, not that I know if it's needed in these parts, but couldn't hurt."