"That's true enough, I suppose," he said cheerfully, laughing. "By all means." Makka trotted over to sniff the hand offered to her, tail wagging. She was a large breed for a poodle, curly-haired and almost a solid chocolate brown. The new food seemed to be an upgrade from her previous supply, because her coat had a new shine to it and she seemed to have more energy, in spite of her age. Makka had always been incredibly friendly and well-socialized, but it also helped that how a person treated her went a long way towards endearing them in Viktor's eyes.
"Yours?" he inquired, cocking his head towards the dragon he had observed resting nearby when he'd arrived. Yuuri had a dragon and he had observed more of them around the village, so he could only assume.