She huffed through her nose, momentarily discomfited at being stroked by what was clearly not an ordinary hand--but then, upon reflection, or such reflection as the pup was capable of, it was also a hand full of interesting textures and scratchy bits, and she warmed to the situation quickly.

"That's all right. I'll go collect some food from the kitchen, and we can stay out here. Can't we?" His gaze was almost pleading; camping trip indeed.