You came home with him one night and stroked his light bluish grey fur to calm him down. You had recently rescued him from the butcher shop in the downtown area of the city, your plan on taking home all the dogs there backfired because they only allowed one per customer. He stares up (or more like down) on you with icy blue eyes and says something... unexpected that night. Says. He seemed really shy and quiet once you picked him up. "Do you have food?"