As if understanding the dog snorts and goes towards Johnathan.

Watson glanced at Johnathan. "This dog?" He asked.

Johnathan nods once, "Yes this dog. Also how do you think Mr. Holmes is doing?"

"I'm sure he's alright." Waston replied. "I'll be back in a moment..." He said, jogging off to get that soap.

He nods once starting to pet the dog as he waits paciently for Dr. Watson to return.

Sherlock walks down into the hull and looks around for the captive.

It took a bit longer than he had expected, but Watson eventually returned with soap and a small length of bandages. "Alright, let's have a look then." He told Johnathan, stooping down.

Jonathan rolls up his pant leg to reveal what looked more like a large scrape than a bite but there were a few small puncture wounds that just barely broke the skin.

Watson promptly set to work cleaning the wound. "For a dog that took a bite out of you, he's treating you kindly enough now." He idly noticed.

Jonathan notices the behavior of the dog, "I may have been wrong but I did see teeth. Wait a minute I know who owns this dog, Marie Anne," He shakes his head ", How could I forget this dog doesn't bite he nips when he wants to play. Sorry about that Dr. Watson."