I can just see that conversation.
(Himself leaves the house; you turn to the pack)
“You didn’t eat him?”
Doggie grins abound.
“You’re not telling me you like the guy?”
Tails wag and thump the floor.
“I guess I’ll have to marry this one. I can’t believe *all* of you like him. What a trea-—No! No! I didn’t say-—fine. Let’s all get a treat.”
More or less.
;D