"What language does he understand?" Jake asked him, letting Bear sniff his hand and stroking his head when the dog seemed to warm up enough to him. He kept his movements slow though, not wanting to startle Bear or himself into something chaotic.

With his free hand, Jake took the bottle with a grateful nod. "Thanks, mate. This is all so surreal, you know? Weirdest thing that ever happened to me back home was waking up with a bunch of shit painted on my face after a night of drinking. Nothing like this."