The lesson is half-ways lost for a moment, Laedo's ears lowering somewhat in his obvious bemusement. Training kicks in, however, and with a very apologetic dip of his head on his thick neck, he replies, "yes, Serene, I will."

He watches her stiffly and swiftly depart, worry blossoming back up in his gut along with another rumble of hunger. Then it hits, when he turns back to a turkey leg... does she mean that these come from people?

It's with some trepidation that Laedo goes about his meal, conflict playing up with every bite as he wonders... is that what humans do? He's never been told where his meals come from, never thought to question it... but his child-like attention wanders and soon enough the creature has given in to baser needs. They'll simply have to learn to contend with their differences another way, another day...