"Okay, I'll portion you out some also when I'm done." Will responded to the huff with a genuine smile. It took a certain level of comfort and trust for him to genuinely smile at a human, but he connected with dogs like no other. Everyone said that it was much less the idea that they were dogs that drew Will into how he treated his pack of Strays, but that- like him- they had been left at the wayside to be forgotten because they were hard to understand or handle.
A light gaze eyed the dog and Winston's body language towards it. There was something off, he could feel it in the back of his mind. Much like how he could feel when missing information was missing with purpose. Something in the air, something in the body language of his dog or the new one. He was not entirely sure.
"We were just talking about how some of the dogs we had come across previously were no longer here. It's nice to see a new face," he continued to chat nonchalantly to the silent responders.
Finishing up the vegetables, he swept them into the metal bowl with the meats bits and bone stirring it all in by hand so each meal would have a little of everything. He quickly washed his hands and grabbed a second bowl for the new dog to eat out of.
"Here you go," he offered, setting the bowls on the ground. "Or I can cook yours..." The words came out of his mouth without thought to the logic of it. A raw meal was the healthiest for a dog and cooking it rid the food of much needed nutrients. He leaned back on the counter, watching the dog with a kind of suspicion.