Keirus winced as the woman tightened the cloth around him, but remained calm so as not to provoke any aggressive behavior. A very masculine scent grew stronger as a man approached him. Keirus slowly began to back up, ready to grab his equipment and run if needed. Both of the man's hands were held out in front of him, one holding a piece of bread. The deep, yet soothing voice of the man betray his formidable appearance. Keirus stopped backing up, reached his snout out to the man's empty hand to acquire his scent in detail. It was likely that he had consumed a form of pork recently, or at least handled it. The smell had kindled the pangs of his hunger, so Keirus turned the hand with the bread. By this time, the woman had returned, and plopped a strangely shaped piece of metal over his head. It was very uncomfortable, and obscured his vision. So he bent his neck down, letting it slide off his hand and plop to the ground in between the woman's feet. Then he moved his snout back to the man's hand, sniffing the bread once more. However, he was reluctant to just snatch the food from the man, not knowing what sort of reaction would ensue. So he sat back on his hind legs, and looked up into the humans' eyes, switching occasionally between the man and the woman.