- Yes, but I'm still the same. I didn't become someone else. Look.
And when she felt his hand, touching her fur as tender as a kiss with the same unfamiliar warmth and love (of which she realised now that it was human love, truer and more devoted than any animal could have loved), as she heard his voice (softspoken, gentle and rugged), when she saw his silent voices dancing, as she realised his trace, with the same unfamiliarity (because it was human as it always have been human), shaped by a deep sadness of someone who tried and failed, with clothes full of dust (dust) - yes, that was when she knew it was him.
(an old picture from 2011 (with Alopex still having her old design) but it never was so relevant and important, even revealing to me than now.)
Ich liebe dich.