He sets a nice, bloody steak down on a plate for Mojo, and kneels down to press a kiss to his snout. His hand rubs the sleek fur on Mojo's head, scratching him behind the ear. "I've brought something for you, my beautiful friend. Be careful when you eat it."
Mojo has been smelling the juicy treat from a distance, following the blonde-furred-biped around with a furiously wagging tail. He was drooling already, as he sat at his friend’s paws, containing his impatience in a long begging whine. At last the treat came, but Mojo didn’t go for it yet. No. He had to behave. To be a good boy.
He waited, so. His tail still slamming the floor repeatedly, and he sneezed after a fresh as snow display of affection graced his muzzle. He didn’t get much what that gesture meant, but he had seen bipeds pressing their maws to others in the same fashion before. Perhaps was it their way to acquaint, to check on each other’s health status? Truly, Mojo had no clue. What he knew on the other side, was that he now was famished like a wolf and ready to devour the piece of meat.
The dog poked his tongue out, lapping an icy cheek and nose for any canine thanking, then carefully bowed to bite happily at the steak. The blonde-furred-biped always brought the finest of treats!