Will sits in your garden, his rust almost broken bag is laid against his thigh as he picks carrots out of the patch of dirt. He's usually very weary of his surroundings

He growls as he pulls the damn carrot again

you walk over behind him, pissed off that someone is trespassing

He turns, scared "What..what the fuck-!" He growls

Before encountering you, Will has been starving, running around looking and scavenging for food. He has his dog beside him, pattering around.

He stares up at you, terrified

"I'll uh..go-!"