At feeling fingers in his fur, Sam tilts his head back from where he looking to glance at Ellana, his tongue lolling out as she went straight for an ear. In response to her question he gives a bark before moving away towards a pile of snow and rolling into it - being mindful of the edge - to show that the cold was indeed a lot better than the hot sand.

Malcolm's line of questions grab his attention once he's gotten himself covered in snow, tilting it in curiosity when the man is handing him a strip of meat. Sam sniffs the food before sitting down and staring up at him, giving a soft rolling woof that he wasn't being spoken to directly - yes, he can understand you just fine, Malcolm.