Will closed his eyes and nodded in response to the bark, his hands crossed over his bended knees. If the dog was not a guest- there were stranger guests- nor had an owner, he would take him back to his room for a least some semblance of safety. Letting his head lull to the side, he smiled as both dogs finished the food. Will was not anywhere close to a chef or cook for humans, but for his dogs, he went out of his way to make sure they had a natural diet and a happy stomach.
"You're welcome," he smirked, rubbing the black dog's head before it stood up and wandered off. Will's brows knit as he watched it move to behind the counter, leaning slightly to see where it was going. Mid thought that it might be wandering off to its owner, a man rolled up from behind the area causing Will to jump- hands to the ground, grabbing the knife from the counter in one swift movement to his feet. Winston was sitting, unbothered by her bowl, watching in case she needed to step in.
The pattern played out in his mind even without closing his eyes. The movements and little things that told Will something had been off all lead to this outcome. Light eyes stared through a single curl of brown hair, knife gripped tight, ready for a fight. "You were... the dog?" He asked, his tone sharp.