Well, here we go. Looks like the beast is probably hungry. Speak to an animal like you would some illegal Earther, apparently, does the trick.

With the dog-wolf at his side, Amos starts walking, still holding his gun with some wariness, just in case it decides that actually, Amos himself sounds like a good idea for a snack. Luckily, they're not actually far from the mess hall, and when they get there, Amos goes directly to a fabricator, punching in a request for some steak.

"Protein steak, much better than human flesh."