Jon hadn't decided how he felt about the croc dogs in general but seeing one with a length of fabric in its mouth meant that it'd gone and stumbled across someone's bath and being the sort of man he was, he couldn't stand for it. Without a look toward the woman in the springs, he chased after the dog proper, tossing one of the rabbits he'd gotten out of a trap in an attempt to distract it.

"There, go for the rabbit. You don't need a dress, you oaf," Jon said, tugging at the gown and managing to get it away without ripping it terribly. Once he had it, he went back to the springs and tried not to look at the woman in them, not wanting to invade her privacy.

"They're...friendly, somewhat. I haven't decided what to make of them."