The unwanted companion.

His eyes turned in the direction of the bark and he smiled as he caught sight of the Hound.

His brows furrowed slightly, though, when he saw Arzu with Tuz. But that emotion was beaten back quickly. The Hound was allowed to interact with other people. Not everyone wanted to harm him and Alyosha didn't want to become oppressive. He wanted the Hound to be as free as he could.

His worries about the new tattoos fading, Alyosha padded forwards, kneeling before the hound to fuss him gently, stroking down his back (clothes, he noted with a proud smile).

Lyo's blue gaze turned up to Arzu and he offered a little smile.

"Afternoon."

He gave a happy little whine when his Master came over and stroked him, leaning up against the man he licked Alyosha's cheek happy, nuzzling his face in against the man's neck before plopping back down into his seat position.

He could feel the nervous energy of Arzu next to him, he moved over to her, rubbing his body up against her leg with a contented murmur.

Tuzik was even happier now, the woman had asked him a lot of questions that he couldn't answer though perhaps his Master could.

Then nervous aura radiates off her from where she sits and her pets draw back some and turn into small touches. She looks down at her lap so her hair will spill about her, hiding her from view more. She nods her head in response to him... This man unlike her new acquaintance seemed much more human and this intimidated her. After another moment she draws back her hand entirely and rests it in her lap, her piercings letting out a soft chime with her motions.

Alyosha winced, a small hiss of pain escaping through clenched teeth as Tuzik nuzzled into his neck.

His flesh was still very tender and the Hound nuzzling into it like that was painful. Very painful.

He didn't feel insulted when Arzu didn't answer him. Well, much. There was a little sting of the emotion within him but he wrote it off as being shy.

"I'm Alyosha. Your name?"

Half of his attention turned to stroking and fussing the Hound, smiling down at him while the other stayed on Arzu. If she wanted to reply to him and initiate conversation, she had the choice to.

He tilted his head as his Master hissed, was he hiding a cat? Why was he hissing?

Tuzik turned back to the man, leaning into his touches, his pale pink tongue lapping out at the man's hand.

He lay on the ground rolled onto his back, exposing his stomach to the man as he stretched out his limbs with a loud yawn.

She holds her elbows and continues to look down at her lap, the discomfort stirring in her stomach slowly.

"...Arzu," She responds to his question, "Do you know what's wrong with this man?" She asks, looking up very slightly through all her mess of hair. Her tone actually retains some kind of concern for the redhead, as if their little interactions have given her enough comfort to consider the man a good acquaintance. She watches the new man's arms as he pets the dog-man, sensing a master-pet relationship between the two, but she doesn't want to jump to conclusions.

"He is not like us."

He wasn't... No, he couldn't say that because he didn't know.

"He is Hound. Does not know our language."

Alyosha didn't know if he could communicate in the language that he did know. Could he speak to people that knew a language that he did?

Language that he did. Latin.

A memory passed through his mind. Belial giving him some books - among them a translation guide for Latin. Perhaps he could use that to try and teach Tuzik... It would be difficult but he could try.

At least then he'd be able to talk to the Hound.

Tuzik only understood a few English words and even then he didn't know the exact meaning, he knew what Alyosha wanted when he said them, so far he understood: clothes, no, good, Tuzik, stay and stand.

His hand reached up and he began rubbing his face against the back of his palm as he tried to rub an itch away.

He looked up, his gaze shifting between the two of them as they spoke.

"Well I kind of figured that... But... Is he mentally okay?" She questions, her tone at times has an unintentional condescending quality about it, which conflicts greatly with her frail disposition.

She looks down at the redhead, her gaze questioning and then her eyes look back up to meet the other man's. She didn't trust him, she couldn't even pinpoint why exactly she couldn't trust him either, perhaps it was because he may interfere with her isolation if she ended up trusting him. She runs her hand up and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, her eyes looking back down at her lap before he answers her question.

"He is Hound," Alyosha's repeated, soft blue eyes turning down to Tuz as he scratched at his stomach over the shirt.

"Animal in human skin," he explained.

For an animal he was mentally all there. For a human...Not so much. As far as humans went and Tuz's capabilities, he was like an infant.

It would take a lot of coaxing and teaching for the Hound to start acting like a human.

But he didn't want that. He didn't want to see Tuz being influenced so much by humans and their ways of life. Tuz was his sweet little puppy and he liked it like that. He wanted hi to understand him but he didn't want him to be influenced by others and start acting like a person.

A loud rumbled purr sounded deep in his chest as Alyosha rubbed his tummy.

He squirmed happily, writhing on the ground as he scratched his back against the grass.

Today was a good day, he was being petted by multiple people, he was allowed outside to play and even if he had to keep his clothes on he could still run around.

Perhaps if Master let him take his clothes off he would transform and run around in the woods, find a friend squirrel to chase.

Her brow furrows and she looks down at the blissful, puppy-like man.

"Sounds rather inhumane if you ask me..." She comments, "An animal should stay in an animal body. If you put them in a human situation they're left as mentally unstable beings... And that only leads oppression."

She pushes the hound's hair out of his face again and gives him a look of sad sympathy. She caresses his forehead with the tips of her fingers to soothe him.

"I hope he is able to lead some sort of natural life somehow..."

"I didn't put him into human body."

His eyes turned down to Tuzik as he scratched his stomach gently.

"He has choice to be human or Hound. He chose human." He wasn't forcing Tuz into anything. He could make his own decisions. Alyosha had very few rules for the Hound and he didn't mind him doing his own thing or making his own decisions.

"He lives life how he wants. Is good enough for natural life."

Tuzik wasn't chained up or forced to do nothing but work. He could go running around and making as many friends as he wanted. he had his own choices to make and Alyosha would let him do anything he wanted within reason.

His crimson eyes landed on the woman as she pushed the mop of hair from his face, a large wolfish grin spreading across his lips.

Her sympathetic gaze was met with his carefree and contented gaze as he leaned up into the touches on his head.

Tuzik was happy as he was, he didn't see himself as they did, he looked like them, therefore he was just like them, no one would think he was strange, a hound's logic.

His pawed at his Master's hands as he scratched his stomach, playing with the man. They were the strange ones, not him, but he didn't mind, he liked them regardless.

"I never said you put him into the human body," She replies looking up at Alyosha, "...I suppose since he made the decision himself it's hard to say just how humane it is... I guess he'd better learn to act more human if he wants the responsibility of being human."

She places both her hands in her lap. This concept is all very new and strange to her... Animals inhabiting a human body? It seemed strange to her and she didn't know if she could accept that. She already had to deal with transforming into a wolfish beast every full moon and hated it... Why would a creature willingly want to become something they were not?