"Scared?" Oh no, this poor thing. Any shred of sympathy it didn't have before it has now. This little spirit is kindred. Harrow shakes his head and smiles without showing any teeth.

"I'm not scared. I'm like you. I got a human face, but I got a dog's body. Sometimes. Not right now."

He shifts so that he's laying on his side with one arm propping up his head and the other on his hip. Being on the dirty ground is a Cool and Good Thing.

"So what's your name? What world do you come from?"