Winston turned around, having heard the other paws on the ground and started wagging her tail at Sirius. Will had to shift his position at one of the counters to see what she was reacting to, his light gaze falling on the black dog momentarily surprised before he settled. "Hey," he called out to the new dog. "You here for meal time too?" Will saw dogs less as pets to be owned and more like equals to be spoken to as such and related to in a large world that let so many fall through the cracks.
The freckled face dog trotted over to Sirius, tail held high and nose down to sniff around him. She really was his most observant dog; relating the most to Will than the others of the pack. Wild at times, Winston never lost the street dog essence but connected easily.
Setting the bowl with the meat parts in it aside, WIll continued to cut up the vegetables. "That is Winston and I'm Will," he continued to talk to Sirius as he did anyone, without knowing he was anything more than another dog at the hotel. "If you smell something you like, just tell me and I'll make sure to make you a portion of it."