A horde who happens to like your presence and have accepted you.

[He knew about some of the dogs napping with Jack on occasion, and honestly it was good- so he figured. Like in some similar capacity as to how they'd been good for Gabriel himself; a constant, there for him no matter. A comfort that asked for nothing in retur.

Gabriel kept the chick in his hold, relaxing a little and watching Jack when he passed by, only standing straight when he came back with the bowls-]

Set Roxy's down in the fence for her, going to need your help with the chick. Hand feeding will be best, and I can keep a hold of it for it.