Cricket Creek Bog The Doctor will see you now...

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Not a single entity had made itself known in order to prevent the child from proceeding, which made for a most joyous moment. Never before had he seen someone that was not within the boundaries of his pack, making the stranger a rare and fascinating sight. It seemed as if he’d ignited some sort of positive feeling from within the man, just as he’d done for the boy; there was a slight difference, however, since Bramble’s wild imagination was able to amplify everything tenfold. Having the attention of an unknown being on him set his tail to wagging a mile per minute, twirling around in a way that mimicked the blades of a helicopter. He could not speak and had troubles understanding the majority of the English language, but the greeting was something that he’d grown accustomed to hearing. He related it to pleasant experiences—for the most part—and so there wasn’t even a hint of worry in regards to what the wolf might do.

A fairy flitted about behind the man’s head, drawing Bramble’s eyes towards it. He stared for a moment before an excited, high-pitched yip slipped passed his lips. Having seemingly frightened the wisp, there was a distinct lack of surprise in his eyes as he watched it vanish into thin air. No time was to be wasted chasing after something that did not feel the need to hang around with him, thus allowing for the child to focus entirely on the unknown wolf and what he was up to. Without giving his actions much thought, the Prince stumbled towards whatever it was that Bastian had with him, mouth wide with the intention of fastening his tiny jaws around some part of it.

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