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He should have known better than to venture so far in to the territory, even if he was welcomed in by the population. Dingo thought he could find something valuable, sure; but he found a wailing child instead. The sound of the boy's cries were muted at first by the den walls, but as the boy waddled out in to the open, Dingo heard the sounds and slunk closer, thinking at first it was a fox or some sort of small thing with which he could redeem himself. Upon sighting the gray child he stopped, almost stumbled, and his limbs stiffened. Oi, you're not edible, the youngster remarked. As he began his advance once more, he was slow and a bit flighty with his steps - his ears facing forward but the rest of him on high alert for adults. He lifted his head a few times and peered around, wondering if this kid was all alone or if, maybe, there were guards ready to intervene should he get too close. When he was closer, he lowered his head and sniffed towards the boy - You ok little dude?