Bobo gets a lot of it. It's hard when you're interested in someone, and you'e not sure. God knows that Bobo gets love is hard, and getting over it is harder. He is facing never getting this chance, and yet now wondering what might happen if she ever showed up in the village and how he'd feel about it.

That said, this is taking avoidance to a whole new level that Bobo's violence and killing never ever considered.

So he watches, waiting and considering just what to say. When that whining starts, his eyes narrow though, folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh. You run off after all of this and expect me to help you now? You could have come to me and talked about it but instead this?" He waves a hand at him, even as he turns and heads inside. Not that he's gone long, coming back with a rag.

Moving closer as he starts to kneel down. "If you bite me, I'm biting back," he warns as he starts to clean his muzzle for him. "What even were you thinking?"