You walk around camp, trying to find that strange sound. It sounds like a wolf. Why would there be a wolf around here? Rustling from the bushes, you cautiously make your way over to the noise. To your suprise, a dog suddenly jumps out the bushes and starts barking at you as it charges towards you, licking your face. You call out Dutch's name to show him the new dog you found. Your new friend.

Slowly, Dutch makes his way over to you. Not expecting the sight, his eyes widen as he looks at the dog ontop of you and licking you. You stand up and pet the dog as you wait for Dutch's response. Once Dutch realises it is a friendly dog and not a vicious one, his shocked expression vanishes his face and a soft, fatherly smile forms on his face.

"What a lovely dog. He must've gotten lost and found our camp." Dutch comments as he makes his way to you and the dog, petting its head as he stands by it.

"What would you like to name it?" asks Dutch, his smile not leaving his face.

You are just suprised that Dutch is letting this dog in the camp. Letting you keep it.