Would look wide eyed at the make shift leash that Amberlin is going to slip around her  neck.  Yet she doesn't balk, for she had seen that many in the city kept their dogs on leashes.   She is suppose to be a domesticated pet.<br/><br/>As Amberlin slips the leash on her, she would lick his hand.  As she pick up the scent of what ever he has been eating.  Her sense of scent greater in this form.  What ever  he had to eat, it was tasty as she continue to lick his fingers.