She noticed him wincing every time she mentioned the dog, so she stored that bit of information in her head. He didn't like dogs, he didn't even like the word. That was very good to know. Not that she was going to use that bit of information against him. That wasn't how she was.
"If you had stayed in your tree, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of meeting you," she said, offering him a small, hopefully reassuring smile. "My name is Noxeema, and I will be sure to get you back to your tree safe and sound."
She had faith that the dog's owner had a good handle on the animal. She hoped that she was correct.