Llewellyn tried to stifle a small laugh as Pretzel began wiggling more excitedly, as if he realized he was finally going to get what he wanted. The pup's ears perked amusingly at Rhy's voice once he heard his name, though. His little nose snuffling in the direction Rhy had moved.

"Yes, Pretzel, you must remember that. You only get something good if you come back." He added, before he crouched to put the little dog down in the grass. At first it looked like he was going to make a dash for Rhy, before his head tilted and he shoved his little nose in the grass curiously.

This time a giggle escaped, "I think his poor little nose is going to be a bit overwhelmed for a while." He commented to Rhy, keeping a careful eye on the pup.