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Once he was released, Dingo tried to rub some of the gunk off of his face with a foreleg, but stopped and stood alertly before the child when they shouted. His ears twitched as they cupped forward, and Dingo recognized the phrase instantly as something a baby shouldn't know how to say. After a split second he raised his head and looked around (still a bit shiny with slobber), wondering if anyone heard that; would they blame him for it? He didn't do anything!

Hey! Hey now, no, that's - not - he hastily spoke, not knowing if the kid would understand him or not, and was looking around furtively for the child's parents, hoping they weren't around after all, just to keep his own hide intact. He bent down and nosed at the baby then: Shh, that's uh, that's adult talk, kiddo. He loosed a small sigh through his teeth as he raised his head, and then absent-mindedly muttered to himself, I better not get my ass handed to me for this.