The red door cracked open emitting dim candlelight behind a young man.  His thin pale face peered out and he glanced down at a dog sniffing at the threshold hungrily. It scratched at the door but the man was steadfast in keeping it out.  “H-h-hello,” he stammered at Drubbins. His eyes widened at the group of mutts gathered around the ogre. “I-I don’t want no trouble, mister.”

“We’ve got your dog,” Saha said. “Which one of these is yours?”

“Peanut? You’ve got Peanut?” He opened the door wider to take a better look but didn’t step outside. “That one!” He stretched out a lanky arm and pointed at one of them that resembled the others. “That’s him! Peanut! Come here, boy!” 

When neither the man nor the dog made any move towards each other, Saha took the yellow mutt by its scruff and walked it to its owner. He was grinning and quickly let Peanut inside then shut the door. “Please wait!” came the muffled words. The timid man reopened it just long enough to pass Saha a small pouch. “T-Thank you! This means a lot to me and my wife!”