August hadn't heard the wolfdog approaching, but then again, August probably wouldn't have heard anything around him as long as he was focused on speaking to Pierce. He paused for a moment as the canine's words began processing in his head. It was confusing. Was the dog speaking gibberish to him?
He swung his head around to face Jacob, strips of velvet swinging forward when his head stopped. A few bits fell off. August's gaze flicked to the fallen velvet for a good few seconds before he looked back to the dog. He stared. And stared. Then finally, the words made sense to him and he began to speak his response.
"Hello, Jacob. I would like it if you did, it is rather cold out here. Although.." August squinted his hazy eyes for a moment as he tried to figure out whether he was hungry or not. "I don't think I am hungry. Could you instead.. Help me with this bite?" By this, August meant the large, stinking wound on his neck. It looked.. Nasty, to be honest.
"It is beginning to stink. I do not know why."
"SPEECH"