Privacy seemed in short supply, especially when canines were involved. Tripper happily fetched the stick that Adnan had thrown, possibly relieved to have the smells in camp returning somewhat to normal. What he didn't do, however, was bring it back to the shirtless Kurd. Instead he ran right past Adnan, tail wagging madly, and ran to the man behind them. He looked up at Bazzer with pleading dog-eyes, panting around the stick in his mouth. Adnan had turned when the hound bypassed him, and smiled faintly to see he'd found another victim. "If you throw it, he's your's forever," he called to Bazzer.