He was still crouching about her feet.
Obviously he meant no harm to her.
He turned and ran towards the door, stopped, looked back to her, and made a sound which was nearer to the bark of a dog than anything he had ever uttered.

She made a step after him.

He whined with delight and moved closer to the door.

Now she stopped again.

He whirled and ran back, caught her dress in his teeth, and again made for the door, tugging her after him.
At last she understood and followed him.