The lack of voice is throwing Krem as much as the way the man moves and investigates the changes, so it occurs to Krem that maybe this guy is just as confused about what's happening as he is. He lowers the knife just a bit and takes a step closer.
Then he points a finger. "Are...you my dog?" He looks skeptical, with pursed lips and furrowed brow, but at least he's a little less threatening in his posture now.
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Date: 2016-03-12 12:55 am (UTC)From:Then he points a finger. "Are...you my dog?" He looks skeptical, with pursed lips and furrowed brow, but at least he's a little less threatening in his posture now.