Surprising would have been a word that he would have chosen, when he came up on Maggie and Mouse. He'd never seen such a mountain of a dog. Will couldn't resist as he came closer and dipped down into a crouch, so he was more on level with the dog, rather than standing over him. Slowly he held out his hand, to let the big dog sniff it. "He's beautiful."
And he was almost in as much awe of the dogs handler, than he was the dog. Gazing up at her, from his crouched position, he felt his mouth go dry, his loins tighten, and his baser instincts creep to the forefront. It happened so swiftly he had to wonder if it was something he was picking up off of her. But he dare not say anything like that out loud.
"I'm Will Graham." No point in offering his former standing with the FBI, those credentials didn't mean much in this place.