As hard as it was, Crow stopped growling, and took a less defensive stance. These settlers were using soothing voices, and didn’t smell threatening. He still watched them carefully as they approached. One of them threw him a bite of meat. He hungrily scarfed it down. Then the settler came closer with the stick, slowly slipped the rope over his neck, and gave him another bite of meatLuna shot him a look. Quiet! They might kill us. her eyes said