"Ah, it might take some time," Clint murmured, slicing off another piece of steak for the dog, which she ate, a little less warily. "But I'm sure she'll come around. It takes some time to earn a broken thing's trust, and I'm sure it's been broken before. The belt's to hook around her neck, lead her inside if she won't go willingly, but we'll just have to see, won't we?"
He held out his bare hand, palm up, and kept his eyes on the dog's muzzle. "Who's a good girl?" he praised. "Your ol' buddy Clint is gonna take you inside where you can make a nice little nest for your ah...babies, there."